I’ve been meaning to learn to knit for years and years but have been lazy about signing up for a class. I was also a little reluctant to try it, thinking maybe it would be like that hellish 4-hour long knot-tying class I once took at girl camp a/k/a Becoming an Outdoorswoman summer workshop. Camp is fun, particularly the drinking-around-the-campfire-at-night part but turns out, my patience for tying knots wears thin at the 20 minute mark. No wonder I needed a drink.
Knitting, thankfully, is nothing like marathon knot-tying. I took to it like a fish to water. Here’s my first attempt from class number one:
Three classes later and I’ve been knitting fiendishly away at my first real project, a green wool scarf, armed with bamboo needles and my carpenter grandpa’s old folding wooden ruler:
I already have a stockpile of seven balls of yarn waiting in the wings for future projects, plus I’m signed up for a felted bag class in March.