It’s a Hard Knit Life

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One of my latest adventures was a knitting class (Knitting 101) at Stitch Buffalo. After the first class, I was super excited! I decided it would be a great idea to practice with the gorgeous yarn I had recently purchased from Lumpy Buttons.

The Hank 

When I got home, I pulled the yarn––purple with green streaks and twisted into cute little buns––from my bag. 

I untwisted the yarn, looking for the end I would use to cast on. Instead I found ties around the yarn. 

I eventually made my way to a You Tube video that directed me to untie the ties, find the end, and roll the yarn into a ball. Words flashed on the screen warning that the yarn may become tangled. 

It turns out winding a “hank” into a ball of yarn is no simple task.1 

I’m not sure how or what happened. One minute I had a large loop of yarn that I was slowly rolling into a ball; in a matter of, quite literally, seconds, I was staring at a big pile of yarn barf. 

Nevertheless, She Persisted 

It was tempting to give up, to assume this whole knitting thing wasn’t for me, but I continued with the class, and, with my Stich Buffalo issued supplies, I practiced knitting, purling, ribbing, etc. 

I am now, officially, obsessed! And, if I could have brought my knitting to the Mary J. Blige concert (so good!), you better believe I would have!

The Hank Revisited 

After approximately ten plus hours untangling the yarn that once sat so neatly bound in my bag, I successfully untangled the unruly yarn––though not without tearing it during the re-winding process. Luckily, that’s not a major problem as far as knitting is concerned.

“So, if you care to find me…” you’ll probably find me knitting, like this woman (ha!).   

  1. For the record, you’re supposed to either put the hank around your neck, or the top of a chair. ↩︎
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