Thursday, February 12, 2015
When I was 10 or 11, I took a couple of knitting classes through 4-H Club. A kindly elderly lady, Edna, was my teacher. When I walked to her house after school, she always had hot chocolate and cookies waiting.
We knit through hot pads, slippers, headbands, head scarves, coin purses, and other projects in the 4-H knitting book. I learned the garter, stockinette, rib, and seed stitches using my red plastic needles.
During the last class, I attempted a sweater (the pattern of which was way beyond my ability and level). It was of turquoise yarn and had a lacy stitch across the shoulders. It took a long time, but I finished it, with a lot of help from Edna. Unfortunately, it had several noticeable "problems". I gave it to my mother, who thanked me, smiled, and put it in a dresser drawer. Neither of us spoke of it again. And I went on to other things.
But here I am, years later, trying it again. So far I've done a scarf, wristers (fingerless gloves), and am currently working on a shawl.
No sweaters. But maybe, in time. We'll see....