I am an addict. There. I’ve said it. As I understand it, the first step is admitting you have a problem. The big problem with this addiction is that I don’t really care that I am addicted and I don’t want to be cured. In fact, I have found this group of like minded enablers on Ravelry who help me along with my addiction. Let me tell you my story.
My sister-in-law has been knitting for years. Since I taught her to quilt when she was still a child and I was much younger and thinner, she thought it would be a good idea if I could knit and thus we could knit together. Regardless of the great distance between us. So, we bought some pointy sticks and Red Heart Super Saver at WalMart and thus, an addict was born. This was at Christmas and by New Year’s, I was stalking all of the yarn stores I could find in a 60 mile radius.
Then, the sister-in-law may have mentioned Ravelry in passing. Something like, “Oh, you like computers, you should check out Ravelry.” So, following her blindly, I did. At first, it was a nice relationship with Ravelry. All the pretty yarns, all the free patterns, all the reviews of things that I may or may not like to buy.
One day after I had looked at patterns, I found forums and groups. Forums and groups, you ask? These are the greatest time-sucker and enablers I have ever known in my life. I posted here and there, I asked questions, I had virtual conversations with nice people, helpful people. And I searched for a group to join that would help motivate me to finish more knitting. I joined the 12 in 12 2012 group. Their stated goal is twelve finished objects of any kind. I can do this. I like hats and scarves. At this point, I had not branched out much beyond hats and scarves.
I blame this exceptional group of ladies for now having a library of over 800 patterns and a queue of projects I would like to complete over 30 items. And yarn? The way these ladies discuss yarn makes me want to go to the nearest available yarn store and buy it all so I can make everything. Not just things that I need, mind you, but cardigans for babies (my youngest is 8), hats for men who won’t wear hats, socks… Socks! I have no business knitting socks!
I am unrepentant. My name is Maura and it’s been 24 hours since I’ve held pointy sticks. And that is much too long. I’m going to go knit a while with a cup of coffee.