February 08, 2004

Raking up the past

I was digging into the very back of my closet yesterday, looking for a dress to wear to a party that night, and I found the first sweater I ever knit. I think it was also the first project of any sort that I knit. Here it is, in all its awful glory:

first.jpg
Isn’t it horrible? I think it was knit on 12 mm needles, or something like that, in a doubled acrylic yarn. And it isn’t helped by the fact that bits of the yarn seem to have broken and stitches seem to be unraveling in places. However, I plead mitigating circumstances: I was twelve years old, and it was 1988, which helps explain both the poor construction and the unfortunate colour choice. I don’t remember, to be honest, who started me knitting, but I presume it was my mom, who has knitted most of her life, intermittently. Maybe she can refresh my memory on that point?

Perhaps it’s not surprising that I didn’t finish another project until I started knitting again in my second year of undergrad. I still remembered the knit and purl stitches, but that was all. At the end of term, when I had finished my exams but was staying in the city for another few weeks, mostly hanging out with my boyfriend, I passed a yarn store and suddenly decided I wanted to knit something. So I went in and bought a pattern, needles, and some worsted-weight cotton (of all things to start with!) and, over the course of the few weeks I was still in Toronto, re-learned the knitting skills and made myself a sweater. I think my second “first project” is quite a bit better than the first:
bluecotton.jpg

The finishing isn’t perfect, and I didn’t believe the pattern and didn’t make the body as long as it said, so it’s a little more cropped than it was meant to be, but it’s still a useful sweater, and it started me on the long road that has led to this blog. Unfortunately that LYS had closed by the time I returned to Toronto, but I managed to find other places to buy yarn, and the obsession has just grown ever since, nurtured, I have to mention, by my then boyfriend (now my husband), who has enthusiastically requested sweaters, hats, scarves, socks, and anything else I will make for him. It’s fun making things for myself, but it’s also very gratifying to be able to make things for those you love, and have them appreciate them so much. He’s also really good about showing off the things I make for him, and making sure everyone knows I made them!

Anyway, that’s my “origin story” - thanks for coming along! Tomorrow I’ll get back to more current knitting events.

Posted by Aven at February 8, 2004 11:56 AM
Comments

My first sweater, when I was about fourteen or so, was the ugliest shade of blue, and I forgot to make the hole for the head big enough to GET a head through. Your first project is way better. :)

Posted by: Rachael at February 8, 2004 03:30 PM

Indeed, I plead guilty, it was me I mean I who guided you if such can be said through that dread project. But you finished it, and even wore it a few times if I remember correctly. I’d say good for you, but evidently your life has been eaten up by an evil obsession as a result, so instead I hang my head in shame.
love, anyway,
your guilty Mom

Posted by: Mom at February 23, 2004 02:40 PM