But...Why Knitting?

Anyone can blog about anything, right? So if you can choose from any topic, knitting may seem like a peculiar choice. Not known as the most thrilling, get-your-heart-pumping activities, is it something you all can enjoy reading? Well, I hope so. And if not, well you're the one who's still reading. To any expert knitters looking to find fellow experts to share with, my apologies. I have no where near enough experience or skill with knitting to write about it with any type of authority. This is going to be more for those interested in watching a very determined girl teach herself a complicated skill and write down how this learning process is going to challenge me physically, emotionally, mentally, and possibly financially, unless you can whittle your own knitting needles from sticks outside. I'm looking into it.

I'm not completely hopeless when it comes to knitting, fortunately. But let me give you the basic extent of my skill-set. My grandmother taught a young, begrudging, preteen me at the cusp of my high-school career, when the last thing I wanted to spend my free time on was learning to knit. Did she not know there was important gossip happening underneath the stadium bleachers that I was missing? But I learned. I learned how to "cast-on" and how to knit a straight line. I have never been too clear on how to correctly "end" the only thing I could ever knit, which is a scarf. This meant I usually tied a lot of tiny knots at the end to keep it together or let it slowly untangle itself into nothing. While both these options have been great for the past years, I think it will be fun learning the correct way to do something. Never too late to try something new.

What I didn't know back then was that learning to knit would actually be a skill,, a very shaky skill, but I skill I would end up being thankful for. Knitting, while seemingly boring and tedious, became therapeutic for me at times. When sitting in discomfort or feeling the anxiety of life a little too often, I would pick up the needles.Maybe I couldn't control whatever external stress I was dealing with at that particular moment, but I could knit. So I'm going to knit.