I've started a lot of blogs in my life, but I always seem to peter out. It's gonna be different this time (I tell myself). This blog is about something I already love: knitting. I know it's awful early in the relationship to be using the "L" word, but, my dears, I've fallen hard. Back in February, I got some bamboo needles and acrylic yarn at the local Michael's and a little how-to booklet, and I taught myself to knit. The illustrations in the book were next to useless, so I youtubed my knits and purls to set forth on the crappiest scarf of all time. That treasure has since been frogged and turned into a hat for my friend Ally (I had only bought one skein of that yarn. Oh, how I giggle from my comfy spot in the future.)
Since then I've worked up from scarves and worked-flat hats to hats worked in the round and my very first pair of socks! I was so proud of that turned heel, I showed my parents, my brothers, their wives, and they, the generous people, pretended to care.
I know you've noticed that this is only one sock; I'm about halfway done with the second one. The romance is definitely gone, y'all.
So this will be the catalog of my adventures learning how to knit. I have the basics down (I think), but there is elusive game ahead of me. Things like, sweaters and cables and colorwork. Oh, my!
This is a picture of Josefine (Josie) about three weeks ago. It wouldn't make a lot of yarn, but it would be very very soft. I think she'd approve of becoming yarn; she certainly seems to be a fan of it in general.
This is Josie chewing on my leftover sock yarn. She also likes to chew on tape measure, knitting needles, and the WIPs themselves. While her fondness for all things knitting is endearing, I have to draw a line at getting teeth marks in by ebony DPNs.
