Very proud of my ability to start this blog myself, I showed my "product" to my dear husband. He patted me on the back while saying "why Knitting Frenzy, you claim knitting calms you down?"...
Good question! The act of knitting does keep me calm and nothing is a better sleep aid than a few rows before bed. The knitting frenzy is the ideas and the projects and thoughts about knitting that run around in my head every day. I could spend the entire day knitting, shopping for yarn and patterns and be perfectly happy. Unfortunately the family, the house and my checkbook would suffer greatly! So, I knit when I can and put up with my mind going a mile a minute most days with knitting thoughts.
What better place to start then the beginning. My dad taught me to knit. His mom taught him. When I was kid growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, my dad rode the "IC" (Illinois Central Railroad) downtown everyday. He had his mom teach him how to knit so that he could pass the time on the train commute everyday. Of course, once he learned and was making beautiful aran sweaters (the first one he made me was a beautiful cable pattern in a subtle rose color), I just had to learn. I didn't knit much in college, but once I was out and working on my own, I picked it up again. I was so pleased the first time I made a sweater that actually fit and I could wear it (everything they say about gauge is absolutley true!!!). Cleaning out the spare bedroom closet the other night, I found that first sweater...here it is. All I can say is I was young and adventerous when I made this...perhaps I should be adventerous again?!