There are two great things in this picture – a picture of my new accomplishment (knitting a tube with a set of 5 double-pointed needles) and a boobie-grab from M, my still-nursing 4 year old. Gotta love a good boobie-grab!
Knitting always makes me nervous. Crocheting? Not so much. In crocheting, if you make a mistake, you just start pulling the yarn and unraveling the stitches until you get back to where it looks nice. Easy. With knitting, I have heard that you can rip it out, but I have no clue how the hell you would do that without the whole thing becoming a mass of unraveled yarn on the floor. Well…I have half a clue, but it scares the hell out of me and I’m going to leave it for those far more skilled than me. So I live with whatever I make. With knitting, I also tend to live in constant fear of dropping a stitch. I’ve seen pictures of how to regain a dropped stitch, but I’ve never done it myself unless I catch the stitch the moment it happens. Someday I know I will be faced with a seriously dropped stitch, and that thought gives me intense anxiety. So I keep my eyes riveted to my work.
Still, I keep going back to knitting. Knitting looks and feels so much more refined than crocheting. It even sounds better. Crocheting is something gray-haired grannies do. Knitting is for cool, happening chicks like me! There is also the lovely click of the knitting needles as you work, and the ability you have to kill any intruder while you work your craft. Who can do that with a crochet hook?
As you can see in the picture, I am currently working on one of the legs for this project. It’s an adorable kitty for my kids, and seems like a good project during which I can learn some new skills. I figure if I mess up a stuffed animal it’s no big deal. The big skill of the day was learning to use double-pointed needles. I was very stressed about it at first, but then I reminded myself – it’s only a toy. If it ends up looking like an octopus, my kids will still love it. Well, at least J will. I also learned how to do a “make one” increase, which was kind of fun.
[Back to the boobies. Yes, M and J both nurse. I’ve been breastfeeding for more than 4 straight years, almost 2 of which count as tandem nursing. I suppose I should write another post on that when I get some time. How many concurrent years have you been nursing? Let’s see who can break my record.]