Initially, it seemed like this may be a phase. Another one of those interesting pass-times that burns brightly, but too fast, soon existing only as a fond memory of short-lived enthusiasm for the latest fad. Initially, I had no idea that I'd end up sharing my home with a vast stockpile of wool, needles, tape measures, row counters, moth repellents, crochet hooks, pins, blocking boards, drying racks, knitting magazines, yarn brochures, wool, more wool and yes, even more wool.
It's amazing how much paraphernalia comes with this hobby. I figured there would be a couple of pairs of needles and a ball of wool, but those days are long gone. Now all my manly, sophisticated electronic gadgetry has to share the living room with Knitting Corner, a collection of all the above that's growing, steadily but constantly, to take over vast tracts of our home. I must concede it's all neatly boxed and my Knitter probably knows exactly where everything is, but I can't imagine how the older stuff can even be reached.
It's like a mighty tree that's added a ring every year or like the ancient, kilometre thick layers of ice in the Arctic. In some distant future an expedition may be sent in to retrieve a core sample and months later they'll return with a brittle rod of compressed yarns, illustrating the history of her shifting tastes. Scientists will ponder over the meaning of such an amalgam of fibres from different sources, baffled at how camel hair, bamboo and alpaca came to co-exist and flummoxed by the occasional vein of verdant green or rusty red amongst the blacks and browns accounting for the bulk of the sample.
But for all this, I tolerate, neigh encourage her. I'm one of those scientists, at heart, and I can appreciate the sense of discovery when some exotic new yarn turns up at our door. If I may be honest with you, it gives me a thrill to see the concentration on my Knitter's face when she's tucking into a tricky pattern, running through her tension squares or asking me to check over her mental arithmetic before she invariably throws out the rule book and heads off-piste once more.
But will this remain just a hobby?
Cheers,
YarnBoy
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Hi Yarnboy, and welcome to fiberspace!
I think it's wonderful to see that your Knitter has got such an enthusiastic boyfriend. I think my father is of the same species as you, decoding the patterns that my mother doesn't understand a bit of, and helping her (and, fortunately, ME!) with gauge calculations. My own BF is at the moment having a kind of love/hate relationship to my yarn and needles, but I am still hoping that the day will come when he doesn't get annoyed when I'm knitting and watching films with him at the same time.
I look forward to future observations on your Knitter's behaviour! :)
Hey gurin,
Thanks for the comments. I'm sure I can take it as a compliment to be compared to your father. :)
I'm going to try my best to keep this blog current, so I hope you find it worth following. All feedback is welcome!
Cheers,
YarnBoy
It's great to support your 'knitter' my husband is just the same and I loved how you expressed enjoying watching her decipher patterns as I see the same look on his face when I do so and when I finish something that I never thought possible he just smiles and says 'I knew you could do it' - he has this big idea that I can knit anything I want to - hopefully he's right.
As to whether it's a passing hobby - doubtful, I've seen her projects on Ravelry and she's good and when you get good and start tackling new stuff there is no returning to what I call LBK - easily deciphered as life before knitting.
My knitting corner has taken over my bedroom as well - we have yarn everywhere and I need to try to be a bit more organized - if you have it in one room you should thank her...lol :)!
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