Can be found at Seattle Post Journal
From the Feb 17, 2003 New Yorker by Victoria Roberts
My mother was an constant knitter. She knitted while reading a book or while watching television. A good portion of her clothes were her creations. I still have quite a few of the sweaters she made for me, although I rarely wear sweaters - flannel shirts work better for me. When she died, I gave away close to 100 sweaters and some other knitted garments and sent five cartons of wool, knitting needles, and knitting books to an out-of-town friend and old-time knitting partner.
I'm sure she would have gotten along quite well with