a.second.beginning

when i was sixteen, i knit a sweater for a class.  i needed a handcrafted item to turn in, my mom was a seamstress and a knitter, so it seemed an easy choice.  it took forever to make a simple knitted sweater for a teddy bear:

i learned something doing that project:  i strongly disliked knitting.  i disliked the feeling of yarn in my hands, i hated trying to manipulate the fibers, but most of all, it was tedious. i became what stephanie pearl-mcphee calls an "i have no patience for this" ex-knitter.forward ten years: i am now no longer a highschool student with no patience. i am a wife and a mother, and i am a little bored.  one afternoon my ten year old daughter brought home needles and yarn from grammie's house. "i wonder how much i remember?" i asked myself as i picked up the needles to knit a row or two. that was the beginning of the end for me.  i love the act of knitting.  i love the act of turning the yarn around the needles, i love the feeling of the fibers, i love reading patterns and trying challenging new skills.

i. love. to. knit.

in the last month, i have finished several major projects:

a cable scarf

a feather and fan scarf

a shawl for 

my daughter bella's doll

mittens and a shawl

for that same doll

so, here i am.  a knitter.  i am totally hooked.  it is turning into an obsession.  

God help us all.