Well, I have officially entered the ranks of the knitting obsessed. I have recently found myself looking at and bookmarking the web-pages for yarn distributors- and loving it.
If you had asked me 18 months ago if I liked knitting, I would have looked at you as if you were crazy. Really. When a friend said she would like to teach me (and my partner) to knit, I agreed with skepticism. Knitting? Isn't that for single, older, peculiar people? We spent the evening learning, and it was slow and frustrating at first. She was patient and attentive, doling out encouragement and sage knitting advice like 'Don't be afraid to rip it all out and start over. Always be ready to let it go if it isn't working.' Eventually I had the gratification of a few inches of scarf... and I wanted to see if I could do more.
After that, it was another scarf, and another. Visits to our local yarn shop became regular and increasingly expensive. It happened slowly, everyone being encouraging, supportive, even the friends who had no idea what I was talking about as I went on and on about a pattern or yarn.
It has now become an integral part of my day to spend a good chunk of my free time knitting or researching or organizing knitting related things. I can't imagine not having it be a part of my life anymore. It has become a medium that has increased my social circle, relaxes me and at the end of the day, I get to wear something I made myself! It also has me doing things again, like drawing, photographing, and writing, things I always loved to do, but never seemed to have time for.
Hmmm, I feel the call of the needles again, though, so must be off. David needs his silk/alpaca socks in this cold weather and he only has one so far!