or Not so Silent Partner in
or Teri’s backup when her brain moobs,
or Teri’s absolutely incredible friend who is saving everyone from reading a really boring blog post.
(Teri’s words, not mine.)
What was your very first attempt at knitting? Do you even remember? better yet do you still have it, cause I do…
I was six years old when my homeschool group took a knitting class. I was giver a pair of sticks, splinters poking out every direction and I was sure one of the ends was supposed to be pointy! Then I was given sand paper, a pencil sharpener and shown how to fashion the rough pieces of dowel into my first pair of knitting needles.
Then I wrestles other six yearolds’ for the best wool out of this crate and I began what I knew would be my first knitted masterpiece! I know what your thinking. Yes, it is oddly coloured and crudely stitched, but at least its shaped like a bootie…
I was trying to knit a purse!
It has been nearly two decades since my first attempt and while I lost the needles some time ago I recently found the bootie/purse. So here it is.
I remember feeling good about the knitting until it started to bulge to one side and i couldn’t figure out how to stop it so i just kept going and made it work for me. I’m sure there is a life lesson in there somewhere, allowing a creative project to evolve in to something you don’t expect.
What was Your first attempt like?
Have you yet to attempt knitting?
Ever have a project hijack itself into something completely different?
Here is some french for you Teri… “C’est la vie”.