I took a knitting class last winter so I could do something with the wool I had been collecting. Why collect wool when you can't knit? I suppose I had high hopes. Like that time I bought a mandolin off eBay all the way from Thailand. Silly Andrea.
I digress. So my Better Half and I took the knitting class together, even though he was already a good knitter and quickly became the star of the class (it also helped that he made curry for the teacher). I, on the other hand, needed coaching. Eventually though, I managed to make a little scarf, and eventually a hat. My teacher gave me the hat pattern so that I could do it myself sometime.
I found the pattern yesterday when I was sorting through my piles of crafting supplies. How nice would it be to knit a hat again! But reading over the pattern, even though it was simple, made my head spin. All those numbers! Have I told you about my numbers thing?
I have a bit of a numbers phobia. They don't understand me, and I don't understand them. The last math class I ever took got me a stunning 54%, and I think the teacher was being nice. I am so used to not understanding numbers that when I come across a paragraph full of numbers in a book, I skip the paragraph. I usually don't even notice I'm doing it. So when I read over this pattern, full of k5 and p3 and whatever the fuck else, I folded it up and stuffed it back where it came from. I know that k means knit and p means purl, but logic has no place here. It looks too much like math.**
All this to say that I am now knitting a basic scarf out of some amazing wool I bought at Value Village. I don't need a pattern, because I do the same stitch over and over again. I forget how to cast off, but Megan has kindly offered to help me with that. Who the hell forgets how to cast off? I am a shitty knitter. But I'm glad I started it, because when I missed my bus yesterday, I was able to knit until the next one came, and then I knit all the way downtown.
Bonus: When you knit on the bus, nobody seems to want to sit next to you! Feel free to stretch out and knit the ride away.
Only a few days left of nablopomo. I've really been enjoying the daily posting thing (and reading everyone else's posts!). I hope to keep posting as regularly as I can when December hits.
Oh my GOD. December is almost here. How the hell did that happen?
*I find that if I pay for something, like a lesson, I am far more likely to remember what I learned, or at least, I am far more likely to give it a chance. This is why I ALWAYS pay for music lessons when I want to learn a new instrument. Same with dance lessons. My friends can always show me the ropes, but it won't stick unless I pay for it.
**Oddly, my numbers phobia disappears when I am doing financial planning, which I LOVE. Financial planning will someday get me a house. Regular math just gives me a headache.