Knitting

A little while ago, I had started a blanket for a child.  The child in question had chosen the color of the yarn and the design she want for the blanket.  I ain't far.  I stoped because I prioritize writing in November.  I don't know why but I kind of forgot I could go on with the blanket.  Now that I think of it, I will resume knitting.  At least, I don't wait too long to proceed in that project.  I know somebody who took 16 years to finish a knitted baby suit.  It just too long for me.  I can't wait that long to end something.

I know knitting, well the very basic.  I know how to start and how to finish.  I know the basic stitches.  I learned that a long time ago.  I was a child when I learned.  My mom tried to teach me that.  It wasn't easy.  As pretty much everything she tried to teach me.  She is right handed and I am a lefty.  So, it was difficult for her to adapt things for me to understand.  On my side, I was working hard to understand and adapt what she was showing me.  What I found the worst is that my mom lack patience in that area, even if she did her best.  There was only macrame where we got success.  It is one rare instance where we didn't have any difficulties because both hands were involved.

In the end, I learned knitting from my grandma.  She showed me the basic.  The only problem, at the time, was that I slip a lot of stitches.  There was time where I was able to catch them right away.  Other times, I couldn't, even if I tried.  In those cases, I was undoing the piece to start again.  There was also times where I saw I lost a stitch later on.  At the time, I didn't knew that to do, so I also rip everything to start anew.  With time, I stopped to knit.  My grandma didn't show me how to do more advanced and useful project.

Now, I kind of regret not asking her to show me more, even if I wasn't perfect at the time.  She was doing a lot of socks.  They were stripped socks.  She was using leftovers from other projects to do her socks.  She was buying that in a thrift store where people left old clothes and leftover yarns.  I think it was all she could afford.  I don't know where her socks were ending when she finish them.  I never asked her.  I know I had a few pairs she had done.  I would have liked to learn that from her.

On the other hand, I started again to knit a few years ago.  It was maybe 7-8 years ago.  When I restarted, I was happy to see I didn't forgot how to knit.  Another big point: I was loosing fewer stitches and I was more able to pick them up again.  I was also able to repair some stitches that where a few row back.  So, my case isn't hopeless.  I think I just needed some time to get better at it.