Knitting is hard, well yes, sometimes. Kim (a dear friend) taught me to knit about 5 – 6 years ago (maybe longer), at the time she living in San Diego, we would visit amidst the doldrums of winter in Ohio. Such visitations are the perfect tonic for the long Ohio winters, a nice respite as it were, but alas Kim now resides in Utah where she gets to experience a proper winter herself and I no longer have that much needed break. Kim was so very patient, seemingly every other row I would encounter some blunder or other, requiring assistance to undo and repair. I would leave inquiring notes for her to fix a mistake in my knitting, as she would retire for the evening before I would, while I toiled at the work at hand. There was only a day or two before Anne’s return from a knitting conference, not a lot of time for me to absorb the lessons or time to practice. Learning to knit for me is not unlike my abysmal sense of direction, I can literally drive somewhere (GPS assisted these days) and upon leaving not remember if I should turn right or left to return home. Only by repeating again and again does the instructions become attainable, oddly enough location directions and knitting are very similar in this respect. Can not think of anything more in life that presents such tangible difficulties, fortunately it is possible to overcome with repetition and persistence. I should say this was to be a surprise birthday gift for Anne. Keeping such a secret when you spend all of your time with your wife save a few hours after she has gone to bed is not a trivial task. Where do you hide this secret project, as I have no real space of my own in the house to conceal such things. All I had to reference at the time were some iPhone video I captured of Kim’s brief tutorials, I watched these over and over to gleam some semblance of understanding, but proved somewhat futile. Even my knowledge of knitting terminology was lacking. Each overnight I would knit away, often becoming frustrated as I could not correct my mistakes, nor adequately fudge. Of course I continued to knit despite the accumulating errors. The resulting scarf from this first project was shall we say unfortunate, replete with drop stitches, uneven rows, simply a disaster. Not very gift worthy I should think, but Anne accepted this unexpected surprise most graciously, and really appreciated the effort.
Hoping to blog more this year, aiming to do so weekly. Next week considering writing about my experience of reading/knitting patterns.