30 Days of Knitting: Day 5

Day 5: How long did it take from the time your learned how to knit, to finish your first project?

It didn’t take me too long to finish my first project. It was a simple garter-stitch scarf, and I knit it for the length of one skein of acrylic yarn. I think it took me a week or two, but I honestly don’t remember enough about it to be sure.

I wish I remembered more about that first project, actually. It would have been neat to compare it with the things I’m making now. I don’t even have a picture.

It’s at least nice to know that in the future as I look back on the things I started knitting since university, I’ll have pictures and written details to reference. 😎

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30 Days of Knitting: Day 4

Day 4: How did you learn how to knit?

My grandmother, who I call Nana, taught me how to knit when we were on vacation. I mentioned this in response to the first prompt for 30 Days of Knitting. She had tried once before, but I was too young to be patient with it, particularly because she was also teaching me how to hand sew; we focused on that instead. I consider the teaching session at the rented cabin in Door County to be my first “learn to knit” lesson.

Nana mostly demonstrated the stitches for me and guided my hands. We spent a lot of time on each step. She cast on, with me watching, and then we unraveled it. Then I cast on with her moving my hands, and then we unraveled it. And finally I cast on shakily, and unraveled it again to do it once more for the final cast on. Continue reading

30 Days of Knitting: Day 1

Day 1: What was your first finished project?

I first learned to knit when I was much younger. My grandmother made a brief attempt when I was in elementary school, and I had my first formal lesson from her when I was in junior high.

My grandparents liked to take my brother and I on summer and fall vacations to Door County. Either we’d stay in their fancy camper trailer or they’d rent a cabin or a suite of bedrooms in a hotel, and we’d spend a few days up there. My uncle Chris lived with my grandparents, as he was mentally disabled, so was there, too. Continue reading