I first learned to knit stockinette as a child in school. I didn’t really understand it at the time and didn’t really enjoy it a whole lot. It took me all year to make a basic stockinette hairband, and it wasn’t comfortable or flattering to wear, so it got chucked aside.
I’m not actually clear on what inspired me to knit again as an adult. It may have been bf’s aunt knitting us scarves and hats for xmas, or the hilarious yarn-bombing pictures going around online, or moving to my new town and wandering into the huge crafting store, finding myself nosing around the knitting aisles and running my hands over the various textures of the yarns on the shelves… but I found myself buying a pair of needles and a ball or two of some cheap acrylic to get stuck into.
I just knitted rectangles to bring back my memory of the basic knit and purl stitches. I seamed them awkwardly into poorly-fitting leg warmers and fingerless gloves, but I felt proud of my attempts anyway. I set knitting aside for a while, a little overwhelmed as to where to start. I picked up two how-to knitting books.
Then I had a really long flight coming up for summer holidays, and I was going to bring my knitting with me, but I decided not to risk having my needles confiscated. So I got a very blunt bamboo crochet hook and two how-to books on crochet, and on that plane I learned how to crochet. I tried to make a bag, but the yarn and hook were way too big, so I just turned it into a cowl. I also made a beanie, and I put a shell edging on it to make it feminine.
When I got back home, I made a flower and button for each item to match them up, and they’re sitting in a bag soon to be gifted to someone. Having learned crochet basics suddenly helped me make more sense of knitting. I was ready to pick up my needles again.
Now, I’m working on my first sweater and cami, I’m on my second pair of socks (first successful pair we hope!) and I can’t get enough of it! Knitting amazes me. Every new technique I learn, I react with a “wow” or “that’s so cool” when I see how it works. Every time I try on a work in progress, I feel proud of my progress so far. Every time I recognise and fix a mistake, I feel empowered. And when I have a finished item, I can’t wait to show it off!
But the best thing of all is that it helps me with my anxiety. I have major issues there and I’m working on them, but the problems run deep and it’s a slow process digging down. Knitting keeps me going between counseling sessions and moments of mental progress. I genuinely struggled a lot more before knitting, but now I can dive into it and I don’t even mind if I’m so head-soupy that I’m getting it wrong, because the mistakes are fascinating too.
So… what’s your knitting story?
Tada, end of stories.