My sister and I were dropped off at my grandparent's house one weekend when I was around 7. They lived in Cd. Juarez, Mexico (back when it was safe to walk the streets), and since it was just any regular weekend, my cousins weren't there to play with. Surprisingly enough my sister and I got bored of playing hide and seek with each other after around an hour, so we went inside. I noticed my grandma knitting and sat in front of her fascinated and after a few minutes I had to ask her how she did that. She pulled out a pair of needles and taught me how to cast on and the knit stitch. She gave me all the left over yarn from old projects and I started knitting them all together. At the end I had a piece that looked like a piece of knitted bacon. It was made of browns, yellows, pinks, creams, reds and oranges and SO lumpy because I couldn't control the tension. When my parents picked us up at the end of the weekend I showed my mom what I had done and she said it looked like a bacon scarf for our chihuahua. I wish I still had it so show off. A few years later I taught myself how to hand sew, and when I was around 17 how to crochet. It wasn't until a few years ago that I finally over came my fears and took on a sewing machine.
I had to put "Other" only because I didn't know where those loop potholder looms would fall under. I used to do those when I'd stay at my grandma's for the weekend. Found out the nylon loops were easy to work with, but kinda melted when used. But they looked pretty lol. The cotton loops made durable potholders, but were sometimes very difficult to work with. I also did bracelets a lot as a kid (knotting, braiding, and weaving I think). Grandma did try to teach me crochet, but I couldn't get past the first row. LOL.
Mine was knitting. If, that is, you don't count the potholder I crocheted for my mom when I was around 10. She still has it and I took a photo of it when I was visiting her last time. I call it the "dribbleglass of potholders" because obviously crochet has holes and if you actually try to USE it, you end up with a very pretty pattern of second-degree burns. :) So it serves as a trivet.
My very first fiber related project was a simple stamped cross stitch quilt square: My eldest sister was sewing on them and I asked what she was doing. So she sat me down with a needle and some embroidery floss and taught me what to do. I was 4 or 5 years old and I think it was a stylized tulip. Then, a couple of years later, I wanted to learn to knit [my other eldest sister, the 1st sister's twin, had just learned how] so I ended up teaching myself the knitted cast on. But I couldn't figure out what to do next. That didn't happen for another 5 years, when our neighbor learned to knit...that's when I got all the books I could from the library and finally taught myself how to finish what I started.
My babysitter (Mrs. Combry) taught me to knit when I was six or seven years old. I've had great gaps when I didn't knit, so I usually claim to have been a beginning knitter for fifty years.
I selected knitting, but now that I think of it, I should probably have picked "other". I learned macrame as a young child. I didn't have the patience or attention span to do any real projects (mostly did plant hangers), but as an intelligent child with OCD and a tendency to hoard, I would go through my mom's knot books and memorize most of them. I actually recently made two of the hangers we are using on the patio now.
I also did a little cross stitch and latch hook as a teenager.
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