3 New Adventures In Knitting
The first steps to admitting that you are an addict is acceptance, right? Well, I formally admit to the world that I, Shelley Little, am addicted to yarn.
I know that I am not alone in this addiction. All you other yarn-a-holics out there need to accept your addiction, as well. Go ahead, shout it out from the roof-tops — Yarn is my addiction! It could be worse, right? Yes, we spend a lot of money on something that seems frivolous to others — especially to our husbands (or wives of those male knitters/crocheters). But it is sooooooo worth it when we find that perfect pattern to match that perfect skein that has been hiding in our stash for years.
How it Began:
My addiction began rather innocently with a trip to Grandma’s house. At the ripe age of 6, my grandmother taught me to knit, and soon I was obsessively knitting row upon row of garter stitch (ignoring the weird triangular shape the scarf was taking on).
Over the years, my knitting expanded to crochet. For many years, I was only crocheting because I found it quicker, easier and more satisfying — I had three young children who certainly were not conducive to counting complicated rows of knitting.
Now that my children are getting older, I have taken up the knitting needles again. I had to re-teach myself some basics, but it was mostly like riding a bike. In the past few weeks, the addiction has firmly taken hold of me and I cannot stop knitting. I have been obsessively trying new techniques — especially cables — oh! the wild ride of those tempting little yarn twists and turns…you never know where they are going to take you.
Have you recently become addicted to yarn? Or are you already a junkie? Please share your adventures in knitting or crochet, and don’t be shy! Show me some of your most recent masterpieces (or should I say, your most recent high’s?)