Knitting

I have always wanted to be a knitter...but my mother was NOT a knitter. I am sure she probably could if she had to but she says she can't. Of course, trying to tame my childhood hands into doing something like knitting-definitely would take the shine out of it for a so-so knitter, maybe even a really good one. There was a brief foray on Christmas day into the "knit-o-matic" which three genius (literally-scarey iq genius sorts) men (engineers actually) tried to figure out how to work the thing. They didn't, but it became a family legend. Complete with me watching long enough to figure it out for myself for a few rows. Then it broke and that was the end of that.

I got a sweater machine at one point when it was seen on tv. I never made any sweaters but I made my sister an afghan and a few scarves and hats. I liked it, but it needed a table and room and light. I still wanted to knit.

I got a knitting mushroom thing a few years ago from Cracker Barrel. I turned out lovely snakey things. It was fun! But umm yeah, just how long can you do that? And so then I tried grown up knitting. With a book that WAS NOT HELPFUL. And I figured out casting on but beyond that it didn't work. I still wanted to knit.

Then I saw space invader socks and I want to make them for sock day but I don't knit so that is a problem. So, I talked to my mother-in-law type person and a knit blog type person. Then I exploded into Michaels. (pretty much a forbidden place in this house as my projects get out of hand and then left)

So anyhow, this time I have managed to make rows and rows and rows of knitting. And I like it. Of course I haven't learned anything other than casting on and making the one knit stitch. But I will.

I even went to hang out with other knitters, which I enjoyed even though I was really kind of nervous and mystified and they spoke a strange special knitting language. They even gave free stuff. And no one jumped to point out all the wrong stuff and they were helpful and stuff.