Knitting

I resisted for ages and ages and ages…

…a bunch of my friends took up knitting over the last couple of years, but I wanted to start quilting so I did that instead. But those darned knitters my lovely friends who knit finally sucked me in.

My grandmother taught me to knit when I was about 8 years old, and I knit scarves, hats, doll clothes, and mittens as a kid. When I was living in Ottawa in 1995-1997, I picked up knitting again and knit most of a sweater (more about this sweater in another post).

Between

spending a crafting weekend in the company of my knitting friends

who post regularly about their knitting and spinning and crocheting projects, and

the fact that my hand-quilting project has gotten large enough to be slightly unwieldy to take-along as often, and

the fact that I can get locally shorn and spun llama and alpaca wool at my farmer’s market

and the fact that I wear wool socks all winter…

…I’ve started knitting my first pair of socks. Slowly and painfully. I wish I had been interested in knitting socks back when my grandmother was teaching me. I’ve used DPNs before, but the memories of how to start knitting in the round on them came back in fits and starts as I ripped out and re-started the beginning of the first sock several times. But it’s going better now:

Oh, and I also caved and signed up on Ravelry.