I am a knitter.
I want to make it absolutely clear that I liked knitting long before hipsters started doing it.
I started when Mom broke her leg, which meant hours and hours in doctor and hospital waiting rooms. My first project was a scarf. It was pretty awful–eight inches wide at one end and five inches at the other. The scarf, not her leg. Though that was pretty awful, too. Poor Mom. She’s been through a lot. And I’ve gotten a lot of practice knitting in hospitals and doctor’s offices.
So, silver lining and all that, I have progressed beyond horrible scarves to pretty good scarves, plus gloves, shawls, hats, purses and sweaters. Okay, sweater and a half. One was for my niece, who is only two. I figured that would be a good one to start with, because my attention span is–
Which has always been my crafting downfall. I–like just about every knitter/quilter/crocheter/stitcher–have many many projects in many stages of completion because there’s always some new and bright and exciting project that catches your eye right when you’re in the tedious middle of the current one.
I might mention, this also happens with books. A new idea is always exciting. You can’t wait to start banging out words. And the end is great, because you have momentum on your side. You can see the shape of the finished project! All it needs is a few more rows. But when you’re in the middle, that’s when shiny new ideas for other books appear to tempt you.
Or sometimes it happens with books and knitting BOTH. I’m working hard on my next book, but I picked up a knitting magazine when I drove Mom to Jo-Ann’s this afternoon. Now I want to knit a sweater.
I want to knit this sweater, to give to some hypothetical guy on some hypothetical future date when the hypothetical he will be able to wear a wool sweater in Texas. Which is about five days a year. Non-consecutive days, I might add.
What are the odds of this?
I totally bought this magazine because of the hot guy modeling this gorgeous colored sweater.
Clearly we have entered a new era of knitting. No longer are doilies and old lady caps and mittens enticement to shell out for a knitting pattern magazine. Now the target audience is women (or men, I guess) who like to picture themselves knitting a sweater for a hot guy.
And I have succumbed to the siren call. I want to be a girl who knits sweaters for cute guys. I want to wear adorable lace wristlets and skinny scarves and not look like dork. I want to refinish flea-market furniture and repurpose antiques into quirky jewelry… Oh my God, next thing you know I’ll be baking CAKE POPSICLES.
Actually, none of that is true.
Except maybe the cake part. I’ll take cake in pretty much any form it comes in.
Are you a crafter? What are your hobbies (besides reading)? Do you have a favorite online resource? What are your feelings on Cake Pops? Delicious bite sized treat or bakery anathema?
PS The pattern for the knit cake above can be found here.