Yesterday, in response to Ask Me Anything, Thatdarncat asked “Where’s the knitting, Knitnut?”
Seven years ago I decided to blog, and since I was really into knitting at the time, I started a knitting blog.
I soon realized I didn’t have a whole lot to say about knitting. Some people, like the Yarn Harlot, can talk about knitting every day for years on end and still be interesting. I am not one of those people. I was neither a skilled knitter nor a prolific knitter. There was nothing that distinguished me as a knitter; I just liked to knit.
As with most of my hobbies, I was passionate about it for awhile, and then I became passionate about something else for awhile, and then something else. And so on.
Of course, a wiser, more self-aware person might have considered this trait when naming her blog. She might have chosen a more generic blog name. For example, I always liked Abandoner of Hobbies’ blog. She shared that same trait with me, but she had the foresight to name her blog accordingly. (Eventually she abandoned her blog, just like she predicted she would right from the start.)
But back to the question: Where’s the knitting?
Answer: In my sewing room closet.
Let’s go visit it.
When I abruptly stopped knitting a couple of years ago, I was making a pair of socks for GC. My primary knitting affliction is that I can’t fix my mistakes, and I usually make things worse when I try. Three regular readers of this blog (Grace, Merle and Carmen) all fixed my mistakes on GC’s socks, which I never finished:
And here is my Central Park Hoodie, which I wish I’d finished because I would love to wear it. I knit 80% of it in a week, and then abandoned it:
I fell in love with this basketweave vest, which I saw in a magazine. I went to great lengths to acquire the exact yarn, which is not sold in Canada and which was out of production everywhere else. My beloved basketweave vest has been 90% finished for about four years now.
This is a yoga mat bag that just needs a handle. Penelope says it also needs an inner lining, otherwise it will stretch from the weight of the yoga mat.
This was my sole attempt at lace knitting, which the woman at the store insisted was too complex a pattern for a beginning lace knitter, but I thought “I’ll show her.”
Here’s a pumpkin hat I was knitting for my niece’s daughter, Chelsea, for her first Halloween. I completely forgot about this one.
And here’s my stash:
Thank you for your question, Thatdarncat. I was long overdue for a visit to the closet and a fondling of the yarn.
The Ask Me Anything series will continue for the next little while. If you have a question for me, ask it in the comments or by email at zoomery at gmail dot com. I’ll answer them roughly in the order they’re received, except when there’s a time-sensitive question. (The next question is a time-sensitive one, and the person who asked it specifically said it’s for everybody, not just me. Watch for it later today.)