Kinda like playing catch-up, this is. Well, not kinda I guess -- exactly. If I could only find that handy dandy back date button, I could fool the world into thinking I was the anal recordkeeper girls like me can only dream of being.
My descent into fiber spiral of doom, or knitty knitty wonderland depending on the numbers the atm spits at me, began not long ago, January 2005 - yes, only 5 months ago. Well, that's not totally true, shit, already the bloggy world has me constructing my own truth, if I start claiming the cover of IK for my spiral knit break-away dress with built in boob enhancers and hip dehancers, just click right on away from here.
When my son was not quite one (he's large and in charge at three now) and with a looming cross-country road trip, I bought How to knit by Debbie Bliss, some needles, some red heart, and that nice canvas bag the JoAnn's lady reccommended. You'd think the flat boring-as-hell plains of kansas would be condusive to knitterly activity but 10 minutes of trying to decipeher cast on illustrations had me putting Debbie Bliss and her evil art under the car seat and declaring for the next 2 years yeah, I tried to knit but i just don't have the constitution for it. Huh? I don't eventhink I'd ever seen someone knit, at least not enough to know you moved the stitches from one needle to the other, or that your work stayed on yout needles, hell, I thought it was some sort of elaborate knotting process by which sticks were employed so as to not snag your hangnails.
And then it happened -- a child/parent class offered at the local (insert cult like school with a knack for wooden toys and fresh baked bread) school. While my brain was learning that yeah, they look all natural, hippy-happy, non-commercial, vegan-food-serving, , non-religious, art-focused, don't-just-teach-your-kid-to-be-a-drone, perfect fit for our totally rad family but really they're a crazy cult and the education your kid gets may be both more and less than your bargained for and non-religious? my 30yr old ass...while my brain was learning that, my uhhh, VERY SOUL was soaking up the clicking of the needles by an old woman named Mary. She taught me how to cast on as we were cast out, complete with chanting and felted gnome dust and fell back on our original and very satisfactory plan of homeschooling, minus any religious fevor.
But I learned to knit. I plan on doing great things with it. Eventually.
ps. found the back-date button, let the deception begin!
Posted by jacey at February 9, 2005 09:54 AM