Proving To {him} that "Purl" does not mean something kinky

A little over a year ago, I decided to teach myself to sew. What that meant was I sat down with the instruction manual to my sewing machine and read it cover to cover. I then went online and found a tutorial and went to work making aprons. Which I was fairly successful at and actually sold quite a few.

When my co-worker asked me if I'd like to learn to knit, given my recent blogging hiatus, I jumped all over the opportunity. So one day over a half hour lunch she showed me the most basic knit stitch and sent me on my way with my needles and two balls of yarn.

Over the next two weeks I knitted mega rectangles of dropped stitch goodness. I picked around the internet for videos and taught myself to cast-on, bind off, purl and other basic knitting goodness.

And then I found it. My first masterpiece. I felt comfortable enough in my new found skills to add a little more complicated stitching to this project. I'm an ego-maniac like that.

My daughter has a fascination with fingerless gloves (I blame myself) and was looking a tad hobo in the ratty ones I bought her two years ago. So this was an instant love connection.



Seriously, I only had to restart them like five times. That makes me "mega-knitter". I promise.

While I was practicing knitting until my fingers bled, almost literally, the kid and I spent a night watching the best movies ever. Juno, Darjeeling Limited and Napoleon Dynamite (I said ever, hmmm). So keeping in the spirit, I made her do a Napoleon Dynamite glamour shot photo session to show off her new gear. She eased her fist up under her chin and tilted her chin like a champ. We were only sad that we didn't have like a vest or some gold bracelets to make her look official.



Next knitting project is a matching neck warmer. Her arms and neck will never be cold again.

Also? I used the word mega twice.