faithellen (
faithellen) wrote2008-08-05 04:14 pm
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I blame Liz
About a year ago, I found myself waiting outside PetSmart for Hagen to have a bath. I went into the Ben Franklin next door, and got a pair of knitting needles and some fluffy chenille yarn.
ladylyonesse had been after me to take up knitting again; my mother taught me how when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, but after a scarf and a pair of mittens for a college boyfriend, I hadn't touched it.
I spent the next hour reteaching myself how to cast on (in a manner known only to my mother and myself, it seems), and seeing if this knitting stuff was at all interesting to me.
Five sweaters, six pairs of socks, two baby blankets, piles of mittens and scarves and hats AND half an afghan later, I think the answer is "yes."
(I will NOT learn about quilting. She can't make me.)
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I spent the next hour reteaching myself how to cast on (in a manner known only to my mother and myself, it seems), and seeing if this knitting stuff was at all interesting to me.
Five sweaters, six pairs of socks, two baby blankets, piles of mittens and scarves and hats AND half an afghan later, I think the answer is "yes."
(I will NOT learn about quilting. She can't make me.)