I’ve named the blog "slipping through my fingers" for two reasons. One is to relate to the act of knitting and the other speaks to the passing of time. Slipping yarn through my fingers is an incredible pleasure and a way to get my mind off things. The second is to signify my inability to hold on. Try as I might, I cannot keep hold of everything. Time, the girls, my husband, my self all slip from my grasp at varying rates of speed. I think I’m here to learn to loosen my grip.