Confessions of a new knitter
Here's a cool article I found at:
http://www.currentargus.com
By Andrea Rich
A couple of years ago an old craft turned hip when celebrities started to knit. Movie and television stars, famous singers and others with household name recognition started making news just by knitting. Many of them said knitting on the set or on the tour bus was relaxing.
I personally never learned to knit or crochet as a child because I am the only left-handed person on either side of the family tree.
My grandmother crocheted well and often, and she tried to teach me one time. She became so thoroughly frustrated with me using the "wrong hand" that she gave up, and I went through life untaught.
In January when my family decided to move to Carlsbad so I could take this job, we talked about all the things that would be different here. This is city life for us, and we were just amazed that we would be living where restaurants actually delivered hot food to your door. While we pondered all the mysteries of city life, I announced, "And I'm going to learn to knit!"
"What's that got to do with living in Carlsbad?" my oldest daughter asked one morning as we drove to the bus stop.
"Nothing," I said. "It's just that this is a new phase in our lives, and I'm making it one of my goals to learn to knit."
As we got settled in our new schools, workplaces and living space, and as I confronted the daily challenges of living in a new place, working in a new place, having my husband work in a new place and raising three kids —one toddling, one adolescing and one in-between, I felt more and more eager to learn to knit.
For the relaxation of it.
I guess I thought I'd stumble across some knitting group promoted in Little Argus or find a yarn store tucked away off Canyon Street that taught classes. No such luck.
For my birthday in July, at my specific request, my family bought me the book "Knitting for Dummies." I never had one of these books before, and I was very excited to get started.
I read the first chapter before I went out and let my husband buy me yarn and needles.
The next day during the baby's nap I got out the book with the visual aids, the needles and the yarn. I holed up in the bedroom for three hours.
At the end of that time I didn't have one stitch. Anywhere.
I'm a mom. I have a college degree. I am a role model for two impressionable girls. I refused to cry.
The girls agreed to take their brother in the yard
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