I’m a little late to this party*, but I still wanted to play, so I am. This week is Knitting and Crochet Blog Week. Each day for this week** bloggers are invited to write about a specific topic pertaining to knitting/crocheting. This is Monday’s topic, but let’s just call it Day 1.
How and when did you begin knitting/crocheting? was it a skill passed down through generations of your family, or something you learned from Knitting For Dummies? What or who made you pick up the needles/hook for the first time? Was it the celebrity knitting ‘trend’ or your great aunt Hilda? TAGGING CODE: knitcroblo1
I remember my maternal grandmother (Mom-mom) and paternal great-grandmother (Grandma S) as being prolific crocheters, though thinking back I think Mom-Mom may have been a knitter. There’s one particular afghan she made that I’m sure had bobbles all over it, and I don’t think you can do bobbles with crochet.*** Grandma S did try to teach me to crochet as a small child, but I was never that into it. I picked up some basics like chaining and single crochets, but I was far more interested in my grandmother’s sewing machine**** and didn’t really like to crochet.
These days, I’m much more interested in learning to crochet that I was when I was five, but because of that early indifference, what little I know about crochet is entirely self-taught. My true passion, though, is knitting. Knitting and I had a rocky start that began in college. There was a small yarn store in my tiny little college town, and I wandered in there one day, drawn by all the colors. For some reason, I decided I would only knit with cotton, so I loaded myself up with brightly colored skeins of Sugar n’ Cream cotton and a pair of needles and set out to learn. This was well before the Internet, so I must have also bought a book or something, but I don’t remember. It’s possible that I just decided to learn from the ball band.
As you might imagine, the combination of cotton yarn and lack of resources to really learn what to do was enough to make that first venture short-lived. Over the years I tried several times to pick it up again, but it never lasted. I still had that stubborn insistence that I was going to knit with cotton and only cotton, and that made learning to knit really hard. Between the dryness, the slipperiness, and how hard it was on my hands, I never got far. I honestly don’t know what the hell I was thinking or why I thought it had to be cotton or nothing.
About four-and-a-half years ago, though, something changed. I decided, once again, to try learning to knit. Once again, I stubbornly picked up Sugar n’ Cram cotton with which to do it. This time, though, I had the Web and several different sites to teach me how to knit. It still wasn’t easy, but something just… clicked. I suddenly got it, and suddenly I was loving knitting. Then I discovered alpaca and it was all over for me. Once I discovered that soft, wonderful fiber and the pleasure that could be found in knitting with something like that****, I was done for. Knitting suddenly became a passion.
And it still is a passion, several years later. I am so happy that this time, it took. The enjoyment I get out of knitting can’t be measured, but it brings so much delight. Now, I can’t imagine not knitting.
* So what else is new, right? Late is my middle name!
** Or for this week plus some, for those of us who are always late to things.
*** I could be wrong; I know very little about crochet.
*** Though, I still couldn’t sew to save my life, so that didn’t work out very well.
**** Not to mention the pleasure that can be had by keeping a ball of it on my desk to pet once in a while.