So how does a little hobby become something that takes over your life, and become that which you cannot live without? Or "how I learned to knit." I started this knitting process some 5 years ago when I went into my boss's office one day and said, "okay, I give up; show me how to knit." If memory serves, about 20 seconds later, I was holding a pair of straight needles and a ball of wool. She showed me the long-tail cast on and suggested that I knit a basic garter knit scarf (although she didn't call it that) She had me cast on 12 stitches which, as I was a beginning knitter took up about an inch of the needle. (I believe we got out a magifying glass to count the stitches) She suggested that I try again holding the yarn in a somewhat more relaxed fashion, and maybe I should breathe at the same time (she wasn't the first person to suggest this to me). Eventually I produced a row of acceptable stitches and tackled the reverse row. I heard for the first time the famous line, "the beginning row can be a little tight," as I tried to stick the needle back through the stitches. And so I knit a scarf. It was ugly.
Imagine how rich I would be today if I had stopped myself after that first row. Because it's not about the wool or the needles (or all the other bits and bobs that you find you must also have), but it's about that first ugly scarf. I have now knit hundreds of projects and have hundreds more on my Ravelry queue. But I still need to rectify that first ugly scarf. The perfect project is out there, I just know it. And I'm going to find it no matter how much it costs or how long it takes; after all, it's only a simple little hobby.
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