Monday, March 3, 2008
Question of the Week
When you first learned to knit or crochet, what was your first *real* project? Not the sampler pillow that you did in your learn-to-crochet class, or the dishrag composed of your very first knits and purls, but the first project where you followed a pattern, or made up your own pattern, to create something of which you were proud to say, 'Look what I can do!'
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My first was the biggest "Granny Square" you've ever seen in your life. To this day, I so dislike assembling granny squares and back then - when I was all of 11 or 12 - I thought why not just make it a big square blanket?
My first project was an afghan for my mother (when I was 16) in garter stitch. That's it, just garter stitch. It was gross brown, cream and more gross brown. Yuck! Oh, I forgot to mention - it was wider at one end than the other - why? I'm afriad to really look at it, today, to see if I picked up extra stitches or my stitches just got looser. Sigh. . .
I still remember how to crochet granny squares - that was just about the only thing I knew how to do way back when - never learned to read a crochet pattern. And I honestly don't know what I made besides many, many granny squares.
Knitting, however, I learned as an adult. After my first knit scarf (which sucked) I went to the Big Bad Baby Blanket in the Stitch-n-Bitch book. A lovely pattern, but I pretty much butchered it. There were several dropped stitches (and extra ones), and my gauge wasn't consistent. It looked fine, and my friend really loves it, but I sooooo wouldn't have let it out the door nowadays.
LOL! I knit scarves for years before I tried anything else. Moss Stitch and I are good friends. :D
My first "not a scarf" thing was a pair of wristwarmers. Learned how to use DPNs and cable... in the same pattern. Oi, my head still aches from that! I know I messed up the cables. Since I didn't know to read it backwards or something. Said wristwarmers are still around here somewhere. I should frog them and make use of that yarn...
When my grandmother taught me how to knit in 1945 I was a small child in Germany. I collected odd strings, no better than low quality twine, and made a dish-rag of which I was so proud that nobody was supposed to use it. I'd go into the kitchen every morning and check whether it was still there, hanging pristinely on its hook, to be admired anewly every day. A dish-rag - and such lasting pride and joy, would you believe!
Laura
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