Knit , Purle, Knit Purle

Before my heart started acting up, I had signed up for a knitting class at a local yarn store.

This is my “practice piece”

I did manage to get there, even though I wasn’t feeling well.

This is what a hand wound skein looks like. Absolutely cool. The thread is sold in loose twists, then when you buy it, the clerk places it on a hand winder and winds it up to a perfect pull from the center ball.

I am an avid reader and one of my favorite series is The Friday Night Knitting Club, and I always had a mental picture of how the shop looked. I can imagine Conversational Threads is similar. Folks this is REAL high quality yarn. Color piled everywhere! Gorgeous. Soft. Makes you want to touch all of it!

I have tried to teach myself to knit previously. Finding it much easier this time around with the higher quality thread. Less splitting etc.  I do crochet, and have fond memories of my grandmother knitting. (One knit and one crocheted)  For some reason, I have rekindled a love of yarn, and have gotten the knitting bug.

Now, I figure what better hobby for someone on old lady heart medicine than knitting! It is also supposed to be very relaxing and have the same effect on your body relaxation as yoga. Nothing , even knitting, but medication has brought my heart rate down, but I figure this can’t hurt. Although learning the knit one purle one, is not as relaxing as it should be!

Looks like I am getting the hang of it huh??

This is the beginner scarf pattern the teacher created using everything we learned in class.

I have a lot of spare time on my hands right now , with all the “resting” I have been doing….I have also been trying to do a little every night to relax before bed.

(interesting lighting tip – these pics are the SAME ball of yarn…..incandescent light vs daylight. Amazing the difference huh? Lesson learned, adjust white balance setting next time I am shooting inside at night. Although neither is an accurate depiction of the actual color.)

I am trying desperately to find a metaphor/life lesson story here, to entertain, but it escapes me. I am simply learning to knit.

I’d like to say learning to appreciate the “slower” part of life, but I am not. Still in the frustrated stage of wanting to do more. I have altered life in the last year or two, to be home more, and have more family time, but I still like to DO when I am home. I am not a sitter. You would think after my foot surgery, and stress fracture I would have embraced it by now!

 

Haven’t given up entirely on crochet. Made this cute little hat for a friend’s new granddaughter.  Took about 2 hours. (ignore the wine bottle prop! btw, of which I have not had ONE drop in weeks. Now you KNOW I am not, and was not , feeling well!)