03 January 2013

Learning to Knit

My grandmother taught me to knit eons ago (or so it feels like) but honestly, at least 20 years ago.  It all started out with 2 cousins, 1 ball of yarn each, and 4 bums on one couch as my Mémère patiently cast us all on and taught us to knit.  

Every time I went to visit my grandparents I would pick up my ball of yarn and knit until the yarn ran out.  Excited that I would get to add new yarn to my project I ran to show Mem.  Without pause she congratulated me on a good job as she proceeded to unravel it all and start me over to keep practicing. Saddened by the fact I had to knit the same yarn AGAIN, I went back to knitting and unraveling until there weren't any holes and I ended up with the same number of stitches I started with.  A true accomplishment for any beginning knitter! 

When I finally graduated to new yarn, my first project was a tail warmer for the Cornell University Vice President of Student Affairs' dog.  It was red and white striped for Cornell University and tied at the edges to fit the dog's hairless (and therefore cold during Ithaca winters) tail.  And just like that, a knitter was born.



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