Well, here goes. Where should I begin? Okay. I started knitting a couple of weeks ago, motivated by an article in one of our local papers, the Wisconsin State Journal. The article looked at men who knitted, something I had wanted to learn since childhood but never did (men don't knit, unless they're, well...). I'm not, well... so I never picked it up. No, I'm not homophobic, anti-gay, or whatever. I was just sensitive to people's perceptions of me and since I am short & overweight, not athletic, etc., what little I could do (or not do) to keep me "manly" in the eyes of my peers, I did.
Today is a day to feel good about myself. The way we all feel when we weave in that last tail of the last stich of a project. In this case it was my mother's socks, originally intended to be given to her for Mothers Day, but things happend.
I always try to keep two projects going in knitting at one time. A big one and a little one like socks, but I am now at the odd point. I have nothing to knit.
Today I asked my wife if there was anything she wanted me to work on for her. Something she may like for the summer before I start up on all the winter sweaters again. I sat her down in fron of the PC and flipped open a few bookmarks of nice patterns in my browser and stopped at the top one... Knitty...