I have a confession to make: I was a skeptic and clueless about the many facets of knitting. All I knew about knitting was drawn from my efforts as a young mother and my mother’s knitting: knitted Christmas ornaments and crocheted afghans all crafted from acrylic yarn. Then…….
In 2004 when my friend, Carol, invited me on a trip to Maine, of course I said yes. Who wouldn’t want to spend a week in September on the coast of Maine hiking, birding, and kayaking when most of the tourists were gone. The weather was perfect for a group of 5 women to enjoy the great outdoors.
I believe it was on the afternoon of the our second day, when Carol, Margaretta and Beth were in the living room enjoying the view and knitting. With a frown on my face, I said something like, “You’re knitting; I can’t believe you’re knitting. We should be outdoors. We’re in Maine!” Someone responded, “We’re taking a break and relaxing. This is fun!” I shook my head in disbelief.
Of course, we had to make a trip to a local yarn shop or two. I was clueless about that, too. While in one of the shops, I remembered knitting a few things back in the day. I decided to pick up a pattern, needles and yarn to make a sweater for my three-year-old grandson. We didn’t have a lot to do in the evening; I guessed I could give knitting a go. While Margaretta taught Carol how to knit socks (Carol later took up the nickname The Socklady), Beth taught Wendy and me how to knit; and, she taught us to knit continental style! For some reason I thought that was so much better than “throwing” or the right-hand carry method I learned as a teenager. The “Stoplight Sweater” was one result of that trip. Wendy and I were hooked.
About this time last year, Carol told me she thought I might start designing knitwear. Again, I was skeptical. What a wise woman. Only one design written up, but that’s a start. Thank you, Carol, for the wonderful trip that changed my life in such a positive way. I miss you, dear friend.