A couple of years ago, I took a beginner’s knitting class at Romni Wools here in Toronto. For $75.00, and for three Sundays in a row, you meet at the bottom of the store and they teach you how to knit. My friend Sam actually introduced me to the class, after she had gone and found it extremely helpful.
My grandmother tried to teach me how to knit when I was a teenager. She gave up after a while because I was left-handed and couldn’t figure out how to knit in reverse. This time, I’m knitting right-handed and not worrying about being left-handed and trying to figure it out that way. It’s a good exercise for my brain anyway.
My mother, of course, in addition to being a wonderful cook with her own burgeoning catering company, was also a great seamstress and an excellent knitter. People hired her to make sweaters for them. I still have a couple of them. Nothing I would ever wear but they are beautiful. In my quest to know my mother better, to know myself better maybe, I’ve tried to be like her and do these things, more because it helps me remember her than the fact that I’m any good. Because I’m so not good at either sewing or knitting. I think I’m a half-decent cook, but that fact was highly debated this summer at the cottage by my brother and my RRBF.
Annnywaay. I’ve been knitting for a few years now, but haven’t graduated to anything bigger or more complex then squares, well, rectangles if we’re being specific. I can knit scarves and have made one really nice one, but I want to make something more interesting. Like a sweater or a poncho. I don’t do it enough to get really good, but I keep trying, which I suppose is all that matters.
The problem being that I don’t knit consistently enough. I do it in spurts, a bit here, a bit there, so that when it comes time to start a new project (I’m knitting a scarf for an ex-neighbour), that I forget everything. Oh, the basics come back to me, knit, purl, knit, purl, but I can’t remember other things, like how I was taught to slip the last stitch at the end of a row and then what? What comes next? I try purling, it looks funny; I knit the stitch and it looks okay but it’s not the clean ‘ladder’ look that I was taught at Romni. Who knows. I’m just making it all up as I go along. Kind of like when I was in grade 10 and decided I’d make myself a skirt by sewing two pieces of material together and that’s it. And I actually wore it. More than once.