Several years ago my lovely sister Claire took up knitting, and became a knitting maven. There's just no other way to describe her. She was a fast learner, moved on quickly to complicated projects and eventually a local knitting store asked her to give lessons. I think she mostly traded work for gorgeous wool and needles :)
I was looking for a hobby so I thought I'd try it. I signed up for classes at a local knitting store called...wait for it..."Ewe Asked For It". Looking back, I think the name alone should have sent me running fast in the opposite direction. But I soldiered on. It didn't come naturally though. The teacher wasn't unkind, but found it more interesting to focus on the more advanced knitters in the group I guess. At the time I pretty much took everything personally. As in if a dog looked at me cock eyed
So I gave up for awhile, and Claire tried to lure me back with very thick gorgeous purple yarn and very much coveted by veteran knitters bamboo knitting needles. I did much better with the bigger yarn, because of course it's easier to see your mistakes that way. But I eventually lost interest as I had quite a few other issues to deal with and never finished that scarf.
Before I headed out for a month of traveling last month I downloaded every single issue of AIM magazine. This is a free magazine that comes out once a month and they have archived issues on their website going back to 2009. (You can download them at www.artisansinminiature.com) This is a fabulous dollhouse and miniature magazine full of free projects, including free miniature knitting projects. I think you can see where this is going....
Lately I have been working on that scarf so I can work on my knitting skills and because I have been having trouble sleeping and knitting is relaxing, if it's a simple scarf that's half done. Or maybe even 3/4!
Before I sign off, where are all my beloved blogging friends? I know, probably excitedly glued to your tv sets watching the Olympics. I have a confession to make. I don't like the Olympics! They just interfere with my regularly scheduled favorite shows. (Although this is less true of the summer games.) I don't watch them. I don't read the inspiring articles about them in women's magazines. Oh, and it gets worse. When our apartment heats up like an oven, I retreat to our bedroom, where it's coolest, and watch ABC's Bachelor Pad on my laptop! Well, now you know the worst. I hope you still find me loveable :P