I can’t knit. My Nan tried to teach me as a child but after a while she declared me a lost cause. A knitting no hoper. It was during my first blogtoberfest that I finally took up the hook and faced my “I won’t be able to crochet” fears, and now two years later I have a huge itch, a significant desire, something inside me bordering on a need… to learn how to knit. On Friday there was an opportunity to sneak into Lincraft and I spotted the “Born to Knit Kit” for the Save the Children foundation to the side of the check out. It was marked down from $10 to $5. The first sign from the universe perhaps?
Then yesterday crafting away will the crew from Brown Owls the question was asked “is there anyone here who doesn’t know how to knit?”. Mmm. To admit to it or just bow my head in silence? I am so thankful that I fessed up because a very talented knitter had “The art of knitting” pack to give away. Undoubtedly the second sign from the universe me thinks.
The challenge at hand is to resist the urge to rip the packs open immediately and get stuck in. There are so many other projects I really ‘should’* finish before I immerse myself in a new obsession. And it will become an obsession (providing that Nan was indeed wrong). I’m an all or nothing kinda gal.