I don’t know about you, but I grew up in a very crafty home. My mom is a seamstress, she sewed professionally. Crocheted, blankets, doll clothes, and afghans, and one summer even bath suits for me and my three sisters. She taught all us siblings the crafty arts because she thought it was important that we know how to sew, and the finer points of crafts. But while my brother and sisters took to sewing and crafting I could typically be found daydreaming. I just didn’t have the time it.
As a teenager I worked at a fabric store and picked up sewing, I really enjoyed making things with my hands. But here is a secret I don’t share with many people… I’m not crafty at all… I’m not good at crafts and to be honest with you when it comes to crafts I sit around the craft table at family reunions and watch my siblings who: ohh and ahh over all the options and I kind of feel sick to my stomach because I’m like: what’s so amazing about it all? I would much rather just take a nap.
It all seems like so much work, painting, and sewing, and gluing things together. You realize you can pay for this stuff don’t you? Someone who gets paid will make it for you, and will then delivered it to your home. It’s almost like you made it yourself, but better because you didn’t have to stare at all the piece’s mocking you from the table. And that’s what they do really, they mock you as they stare at you, waiting to because some magical thing. But you will never make it magical because of the mocking.
Wait is that just me? It’s just me isn’t it? I digress…
As I have aged I have to admit there are a few things I have grown to admire, and knitting is one of those. But I have come to it later in life. Okay so, lets be honest. Not late, late in life I’m only in my forties for goodness. But this is a craft my mother never got into, she could never knit, but I suffered from a stroke not to long ago and I’m not able to sit in front of a computer for hours on end like I used to and I had to find something to do with myself that didn’t involve staring at tiny little words either on a computer or a page… ahhh reading I love and miss you so. So I picked up some sticks. And feel in love.
Who knew that knitting would/could bring me so much joy. I have knitted socks, and hats and just recently I have been knitting scarves.
So I thought I would start this blog to journal my journey/adventures in knitting. Who knew it could be so much fun.
I sincerely hope you enjoy my adventure, and my pitfalls and triumphs. Hopefully there will be more triumphs, the crash and burns. We shall see, so needles up.
Hugs all around.