knittingman's blog

He Made Me Do It!

As I reflect back on life, I can't help but think that I was destined to knit. It wasn't as if someone grabbed my hands and forced the needles in to them (although I've had drunken men do just that with their own personal needle). Rather, it was something of an organic process that just seemed to flow- or a cruel trick by Big Brother to pry the money from my hands and place it into my local yarn shop.

The Enabler

As my knitting career began, I spent evening after evening knitting my garter stitch scarfs. I was in love- with knitting. While my personal life lacked luster, this simple new hobby filled my soul. My friends didn't seem to think this was enough, however. They thought I needed something that involved a little more... sex.