And was it hard? Yes. It was hard. I got used to the knit stitch. I don’t know why it would be any harder, but when I had to stick the needle from the top, I had a much more difficult time!
By now, I started tweeting about my escapades on Facebook and Twitter.
A lot of people find my knitting humourous. Some find it odd. Ok, most people find it quite odd. Surprisingly, no one finds it surprising.
I don’t keep track of how many “likes” I get, and I’m not all that popular, but there were a number of people that found my knitting adventure a pleasant diversion from the normal Christmas postings of ginger bread houses and kids dressed in Santa hats.
My earliest memories of knitting are from the Flintstones. I watched a lot of Flintstones. It came on during lunch time and I was close enough to the school to come home to watch it.
In one episode, Wilma knits. She says aloud, “Knit 1, Purl 2”. Did I know what that meant? No. For that matter, I don’t know if this memory is real or if I’ve meshed Flintstones with another cartoon memory! But for now, it’s from the Flintstones.
I remember wanting to know how that worked. Her needles would move, yarn would be knitted into some type of sweater, and all you had to do was say “Knit 1, Purl 2”.