Last night I picked up my knitting.
I picked up my knitting because I realized: Wow. It has been a long time since I picked up my knitting.
I very quickly learned: DO NOT wait a long time to pick up your knitting if you are a beginning knitter.
Because it is very likely you will in fact, be lost.
So it is last night and I go into the cubby to grab the knitting bag. I pull out my ball of yarn and my project, which is really just a simple scarf.
Knitting teacher had told me, “This will be a good project for you. It will knit up nice and quick.”
Knitting Teacher says this because she has been knitting since she was FIVE.
Since this is only my second project, KT helps me get my project going by doing the CASTING ON part. I am very grateful since I pretty much cannot remember the first thing about doing this maneuver.
And so off I go to knit.
For a while I knit a few times a week. I remember what I am doing. Actually, it is going pretty well. I knit far enough that my square has started to turn into a rectangle!
This is exciting if you are a beginning knitter.
But then I make THE MISTAKE. I make the mistake of putting my knitting down for a whole month. Maybe more.
And when I pick it up I find I have absolutely no idea what I am doing.
I yell out to the empty house, “What the hell? How could I have FORGOTTEN how to do this??”
The house does not answer.
I try anyway. I do my best to remember what KT taught me. But when I look down at what I have done so far I can tell it is incorrect. I put it down for a while to regroup.
Meanwhile, Philly comes home. Now I am on the next row. I feel confident I can somehow fix it up on this row. Turns out no, I cannot fix it. This row is even worse than the last. I keep trying but finally get so frustrated I turn to Philly and say, “I feel like throwing this freaking ball of yarn across the room!”
Philly tries to encourage me. “You can do this. Just let it come back to you.”
I TRY. I really, really do. I just do not know what I am doing wrong. I decide to rip out all the old stitches until I get to the part where I made the first mistake.
I start the ripping. I do not know what happens but I cannot get it to unravel.
“Oh my GOD!” I say to Philly. “I can not even rip out the stitches the right way!”
Now it is getting late. My project looks like a big squiggly mess. I have to let go for tonight.
“Tomorrow I will go to KT. She will be able to fix it.” I say.
I go to bed.
Next day comes and I make my way to The Knitting Store, which KT owns. I took my first knitting lesson there. However, it is not the first time I have returned to the store for help. I walk in and KT is at the round table with three other obviously proficient knitters who are knitting very fancy projects with teeny tiny little knitting needles.
I try not to feel very, very small.
I go over to KT and show her my knitting mess. I can tell even she is a bit confounded. KT’s mother is there too. At least I think it is her mother since someone at the table has called her ‘mom’. And because when I handed my knitting mess to KT MOM gave her THE LOOK.
The kind of look that would be eyeball rolling if she were a younger knitter.
KT unravels my mess and gets me going again. I am sitting right beside her and I decide to stay just to make sure I am doing it right.
Turns out, I am not. I show KT and she takes the whole row apart again and says, “What you are doing is YARN OVER.”
“Ok.” I say.
Nice Knitting Lady sitting on my other side thankfully asks the question, “Does she know what YARN OVER means?”
I am grateful Nice Knitting Lady is here. Because actually I do not really know what that means.
And so KT shows me exactly what it means and I get started ONCE AGAIN knitting. THIS time, I am doing it right. I show KT and she says, “Yup.”
I say, “All this happened because I put the knitting away for a month!”
Nice Knitting Lady tells me, “No. No. No. You cannot do that. Especially as a beginning knitter. You have to commit to 30 minutes a day of knitting.” She says this as she is inspecting my knitting thus far.
“Looks good.” she says.
I think: Wow. This is work.
And I say, “Ok. I can do that. I can commit to knitting 30 minutes a day.”
NKL goes on to tell me stories of her first projects, which makes me feel better. It is kind of comforting sitting around the KNITTING TABLE, just chatting and knitting. I wonder if this happens every Sunday.
“Well, it is getting late. I have to get going.” I say.
“Bye!” And “Nice to meet you!” everyone says.
I walk to my car and realize I should have asked if The Knitting Group meets on Sundays every week. Since I do not feel like walking back, I Google. I find out The Knitting Group meets a few days a week!
I text Philly: I have been at The Knitting Group and guess what?? They meet a few times a week!
“Sounds great!” Philly says.
“I am going to go and knit. I think it will help me.” I say.
As I drive away I can see THE KNITTERS through the store window, knitting away. I am glad I went in and asked for help, even though I was embarrassed to do so. I am grateful at The Knitters generosity.
You know reader, help is always there. All we have to do is ask.