Saturday, March 14, 2015

knittedknockersusa.com New Look Same Mission



Knitted Knockers Charities, Inc (a 501 (c)(3)) is now using knittedknockersusa.com.

If you need Knitted Knockers or would like to help make them click here.

Knitted Knockers Charities mission is:

Help raise awareness around the world that "knitted knockers" are a light comfortable prosthetic alternative for mastectomy survivors. 

Organize, educate, support and encourage volunteers and groups to make and donate "knitted knockers" to Knitted Knockers Charities (knittedknockersusa.com).

Prepare, package and distribute free "knitted knockers" to breast cancer survivors.

Encourage communities and groups around the world to reach out and help women after breast cancer. 
Our HOPE is that "knitted knockers" can help women regain their confidence and sense of self after a mastectomy by putting a little "giggle" back in their life.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy Valentines Day!

Happy Valentines Day!!





“First best is falling in love. Second best is being in love. Least best is falling out of love. But any of it is better than never having been in love.”
Maya Angelou

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is that condition in the human spirit so profound that it empowers us to develop courage; to trust that courage and build bridges with it;
to trust those bridges and cross over them so we can attempt to reach each other.”

Maya Angelou

“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald

“To those who have given up on love: I say, ‘Trust life a little bit.’”
Maya Angelou

“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
Oscar Wilde

“True, that he’s no Prince Charming, but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see.” — Princess Belle (”There’s Something There”)

"How do you spell love?” — Piglet
“You don’t spell love. You feel it.” — Winnie the Pooh

“I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.” — John Smith

“You’re the best thing I never knew I needed. So now it’s so clear I need you here always.” — (”Never Knew I Needed”)

“When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you, and I’m home.” — Dory

“You are my greatest adventure.” — Mr. Incredible





Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas Eve!

Twas the night before Christmas and all around me

There was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
’Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds.
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep—he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was six sized too small.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.
When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,

I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired and my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nic.
Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.

"Move Rowan! Move Cascade! Move Between-the Colors and Clover!
Move Dyelicious! Move Spud Chloe! Move Noro! Move over!
Shepards Wool, don’t circle around, just stand there in line.


Pay attention you sheep and you’ll work out just fine!
I know this is hard, as it’s just your first year,
But I’d hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."
I peered over the sill.  What I saw was amazing!
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!

And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa’s big boots stomping on the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.
As I turned around, St Nic I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back,


And his toys were all stuffed in an Crocheted Market Bag / sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:
"S.C." in duplicate on the cuff.

So I asked, "Hey, Nic, did YOU knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I’d thought up a plan.
  
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.


He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He began then to knit, first one cap then two.


For the first time I thought I might really get through.
He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a hard cider on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his needles they flew,
Good Grief! He was finished by two!


He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him explain as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year, start your knitting sometime around JUNE!"


By Nancy Massaroni / Edited by Fred




Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Terry, Fred, Aaron, Amanda, Allari, Candy, Krysten, Erin, Lori, Janeen, Leslie, Katie, Marla, Tiffany, Angela, Cynthia