The memory of sitting in my 4-H teacher's living room knitting away on a hat when she told me it was twisted, that I need to pull it all out and start again. Theresa Frank was my guide and my mentor, my friend and supporter. She did everything I longed to do. Knit, crochet, quilt, sew, had her own sheep she gathered wool from. Dyed and spun the wool to make more yarn to create with. She taught me things I wish I would have written down to keep, especially to keep my flustered spirits up when I keep making my own glitches *as in said project*. I miss her greatly and wish I could see her one more time, make one more connection again.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Try and try again...
So if there is anything you have ever learned with knitting, it is try and try again. I was a happy knitter, just sitting at work today on lunch knitting away when *BAM* it hit me... my knitting was twisted. Its like the planets aligned, and my friggen new cable needle untweaked to show me the horror of all horrors, a twisted hat that I've been working on for however long. And then the memory happened to follow close after that.
The memory of sitting in my 4-H teacher's living room knitting away on a hat when she told me it was twisted, that I need to pull it all out and start again. Theresa Frank was my guide and my mentor, my friend and supporter. She did everything I longed to do. Knit, crochet, quilt, sew, had her own sheep she gathered wool from. Dyed and spun the wool to make more yarn to create with. She taught me things I wish I would have written down to keep, especially to keep my flustered spirits up when I keep making my own glitches *as in said project*. I miss her greatly and wish I could see her one more time, make one more connection again.
Anyhow, I tore out my twisted hat, and cast on one more time. Determined to work it again, until the cows come home and I have a friggen hat out of the deal! I will do it better this time, if just for my own sake rather than anyone elses. I will remember Theresa's chiding, scolding, and helping. I will remember forever the presentations she had me make to her neighbor when I needed to teach someone something for the Knitting II class. That she told me to never be nervous, because they were people too, and they understand how hard it is to make a presentation in front of strangers, but most of all, be myself. We lost a good person last year, and I miss her now more than ever. Gosh, I made myself all emotional. I think its time for bed.
The memory of sitting in my 4-H teacher's living room knitting away on a hat when she told me it was twisted, that I need to pull it all out and start again. Theresa Frank was my guide and my mentor, my friend and supporter. She did everything I longed to do. Knit, crochet, quilt, sew, had her own sheep she gathered wool from. Dyed and spun the wool to make more yarn to create with. She taught me things I wish I would have written down to keep, especially to keep my flustered spirits up when I keep making my own glitches *as in said project*. I miss her greatly and wish I could see her one more time, make one more connection again.
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