You gotta love knitters.
Years ago, when my chiropractor thought I had carpal tunnel syndrome, the sad news slipped out at Webs and the resulting chorus of "Oh, no!"s and "I'm so sorry!"s was truly heart-warming.
Today E. happened to wear the green hoodie I had knit for G. last year. First step into the store and a woman cried, "Oh, is that the Wonderful Wallaby sweater? I've sold so many of those patterns, but never seen one finished!" We chatted for awhile about how fun it had been to knit. Then the kids and I walked into the other room, where another woman immediately asked, "Oh, is that the Wonderful Wallaby? What yarn did you use? Oh, yes, I use that all the time when I knit for my little ones, too!" Everyone else looked round and commented.
The camaraderie among fiber-users is fantastic.
Friday, March 28, 2008
A Natural
This morning in bed I asked E. what she wanted to do today, this last real day of Spring Break. She answered, "I want to go to the yarn store!"
Normally, my response would be, "Good girl!" But lately I've been trying my hardest to make at least a hefty dent in my stash, finish projects that have been waiting ages in the ol' queue, and NOT SPEND MONEY. Sending me to the knitting store is like sending an alcoholic to the packie, so I actually wasn't thrilled by her request.
But we went. Guess what we got (aside from a skein of dk.blue-lt.blue-pinkish Araucania for my cowl)? G. finally got knitting needles (no.8) and yarn (Encore worsted in canary yellow)! I took the kids to the park and while E. pumped up and down on a swing, I successfully taught him how to knit. He was utterly prepared, having spent this whole past school year finger-knitting, finger-weaving and French knitting. Sticks proved only the slightest of complications. E. had picked out some lime green bulky wool and I promised her that when she masters finger-weaving, needles will be forthcoming.
Normally, my response would be, "Good girl!" But lately I've been trying my hardest to make at least a hefty dent in my stash, finish projects that have been waiting ages in the ol' queue, and NOT SPEND MONEY. Sending me to the knitting store is like sending an alcoholic to the packie, so I actually wasn't thrilled by her request.
But we went. Guess what we got (aside from a skein of dk.blue-lt.blue-pinkish Araucania for my cowl)? G. finally got knitting needles (no.8) and yarn (Encore worsted in canary yellow)! I took the kids to the park and while E. pumped up and down on a swing, I successfully taught him how to knit. He was utterly prepared, having spent this whole past school year finger-knitting, finger-weaving and French knitting. Sticks proved only the slightest of complications. E. had picked out some lime green bulky wool and I promised her that when she masters finger-weaving, needles will be forthcoming.
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