Knitting for Dummies
My mother talked me into taking a knitting class with her. When I told Spouse, he doubled over laughing. “You are going to take a knitting class?” he asked incredulously. “And what is wrong with that?!” I declared indignantly. “Well, you hate sewing and you can’t do it,” he said. “I could do it if I wanted,” I said. “I don’t enjoy it, so I don’t do it. And besides, knitting is not sewing.”
And I fumed wondering how I got a reputation for not being able to sew. I mean, just because he is a surgeon and stitches people together – where does he get the idea that he can judge my sewing capabilities?
To be honest, I have sewn one article in the 20 or so years that Spouse has known me. And that was under a bit of duress.
I was a new mother and my motherhood image was new, bright, shiny and somewhat naïve. I was trying hard to do everything “right”: breast feed, make my own baby food, carefully coordinate “belly time,” wash all the clothes with dye-free, perfume-free soap, sterilize everything that touched his mouth (at least the things I put into it). Somehow my image of a mother also included a woman that could sew clothes for her children. Couple this with a new best friend who was extremely skilled at sewing. (She has her own serger, for goodness sakes.) And the “make a clown costume idea” was born.
Actually, the costume came out really well and was worn by 4/5 of the kids (it got lost during one of our moves but found again after). But that is because my friend did most of the work. The two parts I do remember working on, a sleeve and a leg are backwards – the arm hole is very large and the leg hole squeezes the leg a bit too tightly and leaves a mark on those cute, chubby toddler legs.
In analyzing the sewing situation, I realize where the problem lies: I peaked too early.
See, in high school, I used to cross-stitch all the time. I loved it. I used the many band bus trips to complete several projects. (Yeah, the guys were lining up to date me.) The pinnacle of my sewing career was a duo of geese that I gifted to my sister.
And then, suddenly, there was no more time to cross-stitch, and no time to invest in learning something new. Besides, I really wasn’t that interested in sewing and so the years went on with Spouse being the only
sewer person that sews in the family.
Now the kids are getting a bit older, and there are moments when I have >gasp< free time, usually at night.
So I am taking a knitting class with my mother.
Now I will just get this right out in the open – I need remedial knitting classes. (I hope Spouse doesn’t read this.) We started with 25 stitches. At various times I have had as little as 23 and as many as 27. I have holes, bumps, distorted edges and a loop hanging off the side. I drop the needles constantly. Last week the instructor had to take apart and re-knit sections for me 3 times. In one hour. She uses me as an example. Her “teachable moments,” she calls it.
But I am continuing on in hopes that it will “click” one day. There is only one direction this can go in, right?
Oh, did I mention that Number 4 asked for a sewing machine for her birthday this year? I’m going to leave that one to Spouse.
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