The desire to knit was sudden. It happened one Christmas, as I was going through some of my mom’s things a month after she died. I took her yarn and knitting needles home with me, and registered for a knitting class. I requested knitting books and DVD’s for my birthday. I knit a doll blanket for Emmy’s baby, and actually finished it. I was a knitter!
A scarf was my next project. My favorite blue sweater would look lovely with a hand-made accessory! Picking an easy pattern from my new knitting book was easy enough. I began knitting, and soon after began to see a scarf materialize.
Oh, I had grand plans for that scarf! I started knitting in March, so surely by next Fall, when temperatures started to drop again, I would have a lovely scarf gracing my neck! To keep myself motivated, I was going take pictures of my progress, and put them on the side bar of my blog! Knitting was going to be GREAT!
Do you see any scarf photos on my sidebar? No, you do not!!
I tried knitting while waiting for Emmy at ballet class. However, other moms waiting for their children would want to talk to me (I know!) and I couldn’t concentrate on knitting and talking at the same time. I was a beginner, after all.
I tried knitting while watching TV. But keeping my eyes on my knitting and watching TV was just too much. That kind of multi-tasking seemed beyond me.
I tried knitting in the car. It was fun and easy, but too often I was interrupted by SOMEONE in the back seat needing another book, or a snack, or a drink. And then I would forget where I was in the row, and stitches were dropped.
And then I really goofed. I knitted a couple of rows while we were on vacation, and they were backward. I used the knitting stitch when I was supposed to purl, and I purled when I was supposed to knit. I would have to unravel several rows fix my mistake, and I didn’t want to unravel while I was in the car.
The rows have yet to be unraveled. That was over a year ago…
My scarf…longer, but still not scarf length. Maybe some day I’ll try to finish it. And that’s my story of trying to learn a new talent or hobby that I only pursued briefly.
(Hey, where’s that unfinished cross stitch horse I started sewing in eighth grade? It’s around here somewhere….)