I am utterly addicted to knitting. I fear this blog might take on the form of a chronology of my knitting projects. Apologies, but as I never really laid out guidelines per say for the blog, you can't truly be mad at me. It's already pretty ADD as it is... just add one more branch of conversation to the concoction.
Knitting was a craft I'd always wanted to learn, but just didn't know how to correctly start down the path. A craft that my mom had done as a youth and constantly told me she would show me (much as what happened with learning to play the guitar). A group of my <ahem> nerdier and more awesome friends started knitting in what seemed like a mass of creativity. We would meet up for breakfast somewhere and they would all have their yarn and paraphernalia. I wanted to learn DAMNIT! So I asked a friend how she had learned. Youtube.com.
About a week later I talked my mom into taking me to Joann's and I bought my first knitting needles and a huge skein of black yarn. Went home, set myself up in front of the computer and started watching video tutorials. Try and fail and try again. I eventually got the knit stitch and started to go like a bat outta hell. Well, kind of... There were plenty of dropped stitches, accidental double stitches, and quite a few combined stitches. But I just kept going with it. And before too long, I had a large black mass of knitted yarn. It was too small to be a blanket and much to large to be a scarf, but I had knitted it! And that was what counts.
After that, the bug slightly nibbled on the back of my neck. I started a scarf project with four colors and it ended up being more work then anticipated so I lost my thrill of it. I put it in the closet, just another one of many failed projects I lose interest in after awhile.
It wasn't until a Saturday morning, sitting at a local dive bar waiting for the college football games to start... that the pesky little bug in the back of my mind decided to attack! I had to have something to do with my hands. I dragged my boy around Target in the hope I would find something cheap that I could do sitting at a bar for the next 5 or more hours. Nothing! Then it struck me. The light bulb hovering above my head light up so bright and quick it exploded. Joann's! It was right next door. So I went and got a skein of yarn and a set of needles. We went back to the bar and I started knitting. About two weeks later I had a scarf (pictured below on the left). A friend asked me to make her one (below on the right, pictured right after finishing the last stitch at the bar that started it all). And my piece de resistance, the middle picture, soft, warm, super long, fringy... everything I wanted to make for my very own scarf!
And from there, who knows. My sister has requested a scarf. My boy has requested a hat! How nice it is to have a hobby that is calming and useful and appreciated!
All I know for sure is I will keep knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting....
