Everything interesting seems to have a story to go along with it. The story of how I got started knitting is how I will make my introduction.
Two years ago I found her laugh and quirky idiosyncrasies endearing. She could light up a room, and always caught my attention when she was around. The forces of nature and gravity between two objects brought the two of us together. A rather exciting relationship began only months before Christmas. With the Holiday season quickly running up on me I decided that I would knit a stocking and fill it with affordable gifts.
Who knew circular needles came in different lengths? Not me. I got this 2 1/2 foot long needle home and realized I had made a terrible mistake. What would you do? Return the needle for a shorter, more manageable length? Hell no! The part connecting the two ends was plastic. Plastic, luck on my side, melts, and is fairly easy to cut. So, with the help of a Leatherman, a box of matches, and a little duct tape (to smooth it all out) a shorter needle was born. It's a keepsake that I will have a picture of to share soon enough.
The top of this stocking was flawless, the tube was a work of art, but the turn didn't exist. No, it wasn't bad, it just didn't exist because I was working with limited knowledge (for example, see above). My disappointment was probably worth a prescription for Zoloft. Rather than dwell I reached deep into my bag of tricks and went to the fabric store, bought some fleece, and cut out a shape that would later become the foot. I sewed it all together using a twist-tie from a bread bag and presented the miracle to the girl.
After being dumped returning to knitting seemed strangely appropriate. I entered a class, worked on my crude skills, and have not looked back since. Two years have gone by, and attached you should find a photo of my most recent creation. A warm 'thank you' goes out to Stix, the local knitting shop here in Bozeman, Montana. They have been nothing short of supportive, and have really encouraged my manic agenda. Very maternal.