How I learned to knit
In response to Julie (aka the Samurai Knitter)'s question on where and when you learned to knit, and how, and what you did then.
I learned to knit when I was 8, I think, from Auntie Pat, my aunt and godmother.
Auntie Pat was an impressive knitter: she knit fast, and she knit a lot. Growing up, I don't remember anyone in her family ever wearing a machine-knit garment.
I'm afraid I don't remember why I learned to knit - or how, exactly. However, I do remember that I primarily knit for my mother. As in, I either made her something, or I made myself something that I subsequently hated and Mum wore.
I gave it up for a while at some point, though I did knit myself a spectacularly unflattering blue jersey in 1995.
Fast forward to 2005, when I took it back up again. This time, it was different: I could access attractive patterns and yarns via the Interweb. Our US-Argentina trip further whetted my appetite (and increased my stash), and I've been knitting fairly consistently ever since.
In a nice piece of symmetry, I also managed to get Auntie Pat back into knitting. She'd given up some years ago, but the gorgeous patterns and yarn I'd shown her got her excited again, and she's back in the habit.
I've also infected my friend Emily with the disease, and got my friend Natalie curious again. All I need to do now is get a new knitter on board... Volunteers?
Okay, enough fun stuff, back to more packing. Packing that, incidentally, means I am too busy to knit.
I learned to knit when I was 8, I think, from Auntie Pat, my aunt and godmother.
Auntie Pat was an impressive knitter: she knit fast, and she knit a lot. Growing up, I don't remember anyone in her family ever wearing a machine-knit garment.
I'm afraid I don't remember why I learned to knit - or how, exactly. However, I do remember that I primarily knit for my mother. As in, I either made her something, or I made myself something that I subsequently hated and Mum wore.
I gave it up for a while at some point, though I did knit myself a spectacularly unflattering blue jersey in 1995.
Fast forward to 2005, when I took it back up again. This time, it was different: I could access attractive patterns and yarns via the Interweb. Our US-Argentina trip further whetted my appetite (and increased my stash), and I've been knitting fairly consistently ever since.
In a nice piece of symmetry, I also managed to get Auntie Pat back into knitting. She'd given up some years ago, but the gorgeous patterns and yarn I'd shown her got her excited again, and she's back in the habit.
I've also infected my friend Emily with the disease, and got my friend Natalie curious again. All I need to do now is get a new knitter on board... Volunteers?
Okay, enough fun stuff, back to more packing. Packing that, incidentally, means I am too busy to knit.
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Thanks for the info. I've really enjoyed all the tales of how everyone learned to knit.