I’m a knitter. My house has a yarn stash that’s big enough to open my own shop. And this is after I’ve culled through it and handed off at least half the stash to friends and family.
But so far my knitting has been strictly basic items. Scarves are a favourite, along with mitts, socks, afghans, hats, dishcloths, baby items and some Christmas ornaments. I really haven’t ventured too far beyond that though I have always wanted to. But part of me always balked. I don’t have time, it’s pretty confusing, I don’t understand the directions. All these things would run through my head and in the end I would go with what I knew and told myself I’d get to the other stuff at another time.
The other stuff being sweaters and intarsia knitting.
Last year I didn’t do a whole lot of knitting. I lost the urge, overwhelmed with other commitments and life in general. But as Christmas approached I had to get on the stick (or sticks I guess, in this case) because I had planned on doing several projects as gifts. And the more I did, the more the bug re-bit me. My love of knitting that had taken a back seat for the past year resurrected itself with a vengeance.
Adding to this, I received a copy of Kate Jacob’s Friday Night Knitting Club and, well, that was it. I have to knit. Now. All the time. I think about it at work and try to figure out how I could smuggle the needles in and work on a project without anyone noticing…not really doable, but oh if it was…
So this year, since the knitting bug has re-bit, I have decided its time to learn how to make a sweater and how to do intarsia. I’ll start off small and drive my mother crazy while she tries to teach me the ins and outs. I’m itchy to get started, but first I promised myself I would finish the scarf I had started last year. It’s made of this very fine specialty yarn and knit on small needles, but it’s a basic garter stitch so I should be able to finish it in a week or so if I dedicate the time and can figure out a way to do it without the new canine deciding he wants to get a piece of it.
Speaking of the new canine, Cedar has settled in quite nicely. And I realized this morning I had inadvertently taught him how to sit. I’m not sure how or when this happened but after telling him to sit several times this morning and having him obey I didn’t question it. Now, if I could only get him to stop mouthing everything…