Something Different

I'm too tapped out to think of anything clever and creative to do today, so let me tell you a little story.  I get a lot of messages on Ravelry about this story.  It's how I came to be a knitter.

My grandma swears she taught me how to knit a long time ago so that I could finish an afghan she or my great-grandma had begun.  I have absolutely no recollection of this.  I think she taught me to crochet, though, which once got me a very odd-fitting hat.

I really began knitting in 2007.  I was a HUGE Grey's Anatomy fan (I still watch it every week, but not with the anxious reverence I once did, sadly).  I remember watching Meredith take up knitting in place of men and I thought, "She's on to something there...."  So I did the same.  I knit and knit and knit and there were boys who slowed me down, but after the boys, there was more and more knitting.  Knitting kept me sane and focused and driven. Sure, I couldn't keep a guy around, but damned if that sweater was going anywhere. :)  When I moved here for grad school, I took up with a couple of knitting groups at the local yarn shop.  The Thursday night group has changed and continues to change all the time, but there are a few constant faces I like to see.  My Friday night group, however, has been more or less the same group of tight-knit (pardon the pun) girls for...ever!  When another boy came and went, all I had was my knitting and that group.  Though most of them have no idea, they did more for me than the knitting did.  I did have to supplement them with a rabbit, but that's just because I couldn't take them home with me. :)

This boy once told me that I'd never be happy with just knitting and a bunny.  He was wrong.  The knitting and the bunny made me extremely happy.  He was the one spoiling the fun.  I never would have met people if I weren't a knitter.  I would have been here all alone, not knowing anyone outside my department and I probably would have given in to my temptation to go home to my family.  I never would have adopted Spike (and then Sweetpea!).  I never would have been here to meet the only boy who matters.  But that's a different story for a different day. :)

In short, I always thought I would just have to knitknitknit until the right boy came along and made me forget about knitting all together.  Turns out, I just had to knitknitknit to find the one who encourages me to keep doing it, because knitting and bunnies and especially the boy who loves them (and me!) too make me the most happy.