The First...

I always had the idea that bloggers were a group that had an overwhelming ego. The fact that someone would think that other people would want to read all about their lives seemed strange to me. But at the same time, I had a realization, I loved reading blogs. I loved everything about it. I loved seeing all of the projects that other knitters are working on and wanted to show off my projects for praise or jeers, whichever seems appropriate at the time.
So, after years of reading other people’s blogs about knitting, and life, and whatever else they feel like talking about, I have finally broken down and decided to write one of my own. Perhaps other people will read it, perhaps they will not. Who knows, but at least I will get my frustrations and victories out there for everyone to see.

Well, here goes…

I have been knitting forever, I can’t even remember a time in my life when I didn’t knit, kind of like I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know how to read. I was a very sickly kid, in and out of hospitals all the time, and I was bored. I read a lot, and colored a lot of pictures, but I was still absurdly bored. I remember that my grandmother taught me to knit, but I don’t remember learning. My first completed project was a scarf fit for a giant made out of a nasty, blue Read Heart yarn on giant aluminum needles (that I still have in my needle stash as a matter of fact). It was shaped basically like a ten foot long triangle. Even as a child I thought it was ugly. I hid it in my closet and refused to look at it. It didn’t match the vision I had for it in my mind. That was basically how I approached my knitting for a vast majority of my life. I didn’t read patterns, I would just get out some yarn and needles and make something. When it didn’t look like I wanted it to, I would throw it down in disgust and walk away. Therefore I knitted a lot of scarves.
When I moved to Seattle three years ago, I stumbled across The Weaving Works, a store in the University District. I had never really had nice yarn, so this store was a sensory overload for me. I finally decided on some amazing baby alpaca yarn and bought several skeins of it. But now I was faced with a problem. I didn’t want to knit just a scarf with it, I wanted to make something amazing out of this yarn. I started looking through books and magazines to find just the perfect pattern to use. Many of the people around me turned out to be closet knitters and I started asking them what they thought I should do with the yarn. I quickly began to realize that I was in over my head as far as patterns were concerned. And though I knew how to knit and purl, I was basically at square one when it came to knitting.
Ever since then I have been on a journey of self discovery with knitting. Burying myself in a new pattern has allowed me to get through many of the more difficult things life has thrown my way, including my infertility, which seems to be taking over every aspect of my life. Besides, it also gives me something to do while the Old Ball and Chain wants me to watch basketball with him.
I'll work on getting some pictures up int he next few days.