Hey! I'm blogging! Those of you for whom this is old hat - bear with me. I'm one of those technologically challenged types who can't even remember that the cell phone is portable, so I'm suddenly feeling very modern and cool.
I'm going to try to keep this blog free of non-knitting related stuff, but as I say this I realize that perhaps everything in my life right now is inextricably connected to knitting. Probably because the yarn shop is my livelihood, I dream about knitting more often than I care to admit. A few times I've dreamed that I was stroking an especially soft ball of yarn and woken to discover that I was actually fondling Mack, our fluffy cat. He's one of those animals whose fur would probably spin into beautiful yarn, but somehow that whole thing seems weird to me. I'm convinced that pet yarn would be, well, pet-smelling. Yeah, I know you wash it but..plus I don't spin - yet. Anyway...why do I feel compelled to join the multitude of knitter-bloggers? Well, the knitting underworld, as I like to think of it, appears to be refreshingly unconnected from the retail yarn world, and sometimes I just want to talk about knitting without it being connected to grubby commerce.
Ever feel discouraged by what you don't know about knitting? Sometimes I'm almost painfully aware of how much I have to learn still. Not a very healthy or zen-like attitude, but that's how I feel today. I learned to knit in college but didn't take it up again until about three years ago, when due to a house rehab I had no studio space. Started knitting again to have something to do with my hands and it mushroomed. But I'm still playing catch up in the techique department - some things I can do well, others I've never even tried. I've decided to just ask lots of questions and not worry too much if they seem like stupid ones. Repetition is key with me - I have to commit things to memory.
Going off to celebrate the birthday of the most amazing knitter I know, at an irish pub in honor of her irish-ness. After a long day in the shop I've worked up a thirst for a black and tan.
I'm going to try to keep this blog free of non-knitting related stuff, but as I say this I realize that perhaps everything in my life right now is inextricably connected to knitting. Probably because the yarn shop is my livelihood, I dream about knitting more often than I care to admit. A few times I've dreamed that I was stroking an especially soft ball of yarn and woken to discover that I was actually fondling Mack, our fluffy cat. He's one of those animals whose fur would probably spin into beautiful yarn, but somehow that whole thing seems weird to me. I'm convinced that pet yarn would be, well, pet-smelling. Yeah, I know you wash it but..plus I don't spin - yet. Anyway...why do I feel compelled to join the multitude of knitter-bloggers? Well, the knitting underworld, as I like to think of it, appears to be refreshingly unconnected from the retail yarn world, and sometimes I just want to talk about knitting without it being connected to grubby commerce.
Ever feel discouraged by what you don't know about knitting? Sometimes I'm almost painfully aware of how much I have to learn still. Not a very healthy or zen-like attitude, but that's how I feel today. I learned to knit in college but didn't take it up again until about three years ago, when due to a house rehab I had no studio space. Started knitting again to have something to do with my hands and it mushroomed. But I'm still playing catch up in the techique department - some things I can do well, others I've never even tried. I've decided to just ask lots of questions and not worry too much if they seem like stupid ones. Repetition is key with me - I have to commit things to memory.
Going off to celebrate the birthday of the most amazing knitter I know, at an irish pub in honor of her irish-ness. After a long day in the shop I've worked up a thirst for a black and tan.
posted by Yarn on The Brain at 1:52 PM
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