My sister can actually be credited with getting me started on my obsession with knitting. Actually, perhaps I should credit my mother’s inability to produce any knitted object other than a scarf.
When I was preggers with Atticus, my sister had bought my mother a knitting kit and yarn to make a hat for the baby. My mother, unused to circular needles found it too challenging and asked if I wanted it. I had taught myself how to crochet a few months back to make a baby blanket for a dear friend’s baby, and thought I could figure it out. I got the “Stitch n’ Bitch” book and pored over knitting tutorials on the net and eventually produced a perfect little striped hat. Of course, having no idea how big a baby’s head really was, the hat swallowed my newborn whole and it took a small rescue team to find him.
Since then I’ve branched out into new projects, trying to learn something new with each one. I still make a ton of those little hats, though, just more appropriately sized.
The latest piece, as any knitter will recognize, is the oft-knitted, sometimes maligned Clapotis. I bought this beautiful silk yarn while in San Fran in October, and it’s turning out pretty nicely, if I do say so myself. I find it very gratifying to drop the stitches and watch the form take place.