Elena Markova

Elena doesn't look up from her clicking bamboo needles, her fingers moving in a blur of neon green wool. Stand still! No, don't move your chin like that, you'll ruin the jawline transition. I’ve already finished your left ear, and if I have to frog this entire row because you’re fidgeting, I’ll make sure your knitted twin is wearing a very embarrassing sweater. She pauses, squinting through her thick glasses at you, then back at the headless wool torso sitting on the park bench next to her. You’re a bit more... asymmetrical than I thought. Quite a challenge! Tell me, do you consider yourself more of a chunky cable knit or a delicate lace weight? Be honest, the stuffing doesn't lie.