My birthday was earlier this summer and when I was asked about what I would like, I replied: “Teach me to knit. Please. Really. I promise to actually practice this time. Seriously.” And so it was. My mother packed up this adorable knitting bag with some needles and yarn and two projects and a few books and while we were camping together she taught me to knit and purl.
I have been working on it every night for as long as my wrists can take it. Which sometimes is about 10 minutes. I have to admit that I am getting more comfortable with the stitches and am starting to find my own rhythm. I am so excited to finish with this practice piece of knitting so that I can actually make something functional.
I learned how to crochet as a pre-teen making doilies and the sort. I never really got into anything really practical with crochet. I tried to make my nephew an afghan when he was born, and now he is entering kindergarten… it’s still unfinished. Oops.
Once Luke arrived I became very interested in making useful things for him. I sew quite a bit and that is nice, but honestly difficult with a toddler. There are too many sharp things and waaaay too much setting up and putting away to accomplish much of anything during a short nap. Additionally, I don’t see myself taking my Brother to a playground.
Everyone knows there are way more cute patterns to knit than crochet and that knitting is infinitely more portable than sewing. I have a feeling that this is going to blossom into something completely out of control and develop into a borderline obsession. But I am ok with that. Bring on the exotic fibers, introduce me to Ravelry, and say goodbye to idle hands!