Every New Year
This year, I’m going to be better, smarter, faster, stronger, younger, thinner, and work twice as hard, play twice as much, design more popular things, and, and, and, and… Continue reading Every New Year
Author: Emily Wessel
Hi! I’m Emily Wessel, I design fun-to-knit patterns, and develop our knitting pattern app. I live on Vancouver Island, Canada, with my husband and two kids, where I like to run, knit, learn languages, and hang out with friends. I am co-founder and designer at Tin Can Knits - www.tincanknits.com
Backpack
The embroidered tag said it would contain fifty litres. I stuffed in my whole life, or at least the bits of it that I wanted to carry with me to the next place… Continue reading Backpack
Almost
Blood pounded hot and sweet in my belly when I told him Sarah Harmer was playing at Bottom of the Hill, a grunge bar, and asked if he’d like to go… Continue reading Almost
Acapulco
Taking the bottle from Jason’s hand, he upturned it into a plastic bag, inserted a short straw, then wrapped an elastic band around and around to secure the two together… Continue reading Acapulco
Invasive
I’d peer wide-eyed over the edge as we rounded hairpin curves mounting up and up narrow residential roads, past classic convertibles parked in front of mansions tucked behind giant rhododendrons… Continue reading Invasive
Uncultured
He told me that one day I’d wake up in the middle of the night, and recognize that thing that I was absolutely passionate about doing. He said that my thing would keep me awake, I’d have that passion inside me and it’d drive me… Continue reading Uncultured
Knife’s edge
Children are unrestrained and ever-rolling balls of desire, emotion, and will. Each demand and question from a child can feel like an impossible choice; do I disappoint them, or yield to their desires… Continue reading Knife’s edge
First kiss last kiss
Once upon a time, a red-headed braggart kissed me in front of his ex-wife with no warning, like I was a new pair of skis or a particularly sexy mountain bike he was smug about buying on sale because it … Continue reading First kiss last kiss
Soft white paws
Loss is this terrible inevitability, but we don’t wanna believe it. For the most part, though stories of loss are everyday fare, our minds glance off the topic, ricocheting, not allowing us to go there, keeping us from the pain.. Continue reading Soft white paws
A kitten too
It must have been listed in the newspaper, that second-hand Yamaha upright that we drove out to the end of a country road for. The kitten was a windfall though, a freebee thrown in because one of the farm cats had a litter that was nearly wild up in the hayloft of the barn next to the farmhouse… Continue reading A kitten too
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