Men Who Knit Promoting and inspiring the art of knitting amongst men.

Never, ever have I been as frustrated as trying to learn how to operate my new Bond Ultimate Knitting machine that I got at Christmas.

I learned to knit in college.  A guy I knew, a fiddler in a local bluegrass band, made his own socks.  He told me his mother taught him.  He introduced us,  and within weeks, she and I had made a trip to the yarn store to buy some Lopi, a pair of 10 1/2 circular needles, and a sweater pattern.

That was in 1982 - I still remember how difficult it was to learn to hold the yarn correctly, to be knitting smoothly along and then have a gap and suddenly forget the basics: does the needle go in the back or the front of the stitch?  Is that a knit or a purl?  24 years later I just pick up yarn and flail about for a pair of needles and just start.  No pattern, nuthin'.  Pretty cool.