From a young age I enjoyed arts and crafts. When I got to high school my enjoyment of arts and crafts died thanks to a horrendous art teacher who didn’t make art fun in any way and didn’t appreciate that I might just be able to paint a picture in 80 minutes and be happy with the results. Instead I was made to sit for three more weeks and ruin the picture I was happy with to make the teacher happy. Actually, that should be read as, leave him in peace for three more weeks so that he could sit and read a newspaper rather than give me a different project.
I didn’t really pick up any form of craft again until education was out of the way and I’d moved into my own place. I started out with feeling the need to do something … but wasn’t sure what. I looked at courses offered in the local area. I liked the look of the sewing class so signed up. I made a bag. I wasn’t overly happy with the end result, but it wasn’t too bad considering I hadn’t ever made anything on a sewing machine before. I decided to take another sewing class and make an item of clothing. Again, the results weren’t great, but you have to start somewhere and learn from your experiences.
I love pretty papers so tried my hand and making paper, and the next logical step seemed to be to bind paper into a book. I found instructions on the internet and gave it a go.
I then found a felting class so took a block of felting. I loved the fact that you got very quick results. I started making felt brooches from pieces of wet felt I’d made. I even managed to sell a couple of the brooches I’d made. I did a second block of felting class to try some different techniques.
My mind started drifting back to sewing again. Kate is pretty nifty with a sewing machine and offered to teach me to make a shopping bag. We went shopping for fabric. I had no idea there were so many gorgeous fabrics. Kate made a great teacher and our first session was a great success. We have now made a few bags together, and even created a pattern together which I love.
I still felt a little empty though, these crafts didn’t satisfy my requirements. The problem was that I had two jobs and really needed a portable craft. Knitting scared me a little so I opted to learn crochet instead. I signed up to a magazine series to learn to crochet. I loved it, but still I didn’t feel entirely satisfied. I looked at my crochet and the problem was that it did not give me the kind of fabric I wanted to be able to make clothing. At around the same time a friend posted on Facebook that she was interested in going to a knitting class at K1 Yarns and she wondered if anybody wanted to join her. Umm … me?
Let’s go back in time again. My Mum asked me if I wanted to learn to knit when I was about 11 years old. Sure I thought, that sounds like fun. Well, my Mum casted on for me and showed me how to knit. I did. Then whenever something “complicated” needed doing, the project when back to my Mum, she worked her magic and then I was on my way again. Mum cast off for me and my first bit of knitting was complete. I had made a bootie, a single lonely bootie. I never did make its twin. In my mind all I could think about was that it was complicated as I had to take my knitting to Mum anytime something other than straightforward knit was required.
Lindsay and I signed up for the knitting class – a two parter at the local yarn store. If the craft still wasn’t for me then I haven’t invested too much time or money. Vala was my teacher, and she was great. I understood everything she said and demonstrated. It turns out that I prefer continental knitting over English knitting … gasp … but I am English!! I think it comes from having been crocheting as when I was taught by my mum it was the English way. Continental just feels so much more natural to me.
So here I am, a knitter. Something I never thought I would be.