I don't know how to knit.
When I was 35, all of a sudden I thought maybe it'd be nice to knit a sweater.
I have to learn to knit.
I do know that there isn't ever going to be a time when there aren't any knitters.
I have knitted before, but I gave that up.
My gram taught me to knit when I was little, and then I came across my old knitting tools when I was cleaning out my closets after 'JJ' season one and got right back into it.
Mum is a fantastic knitter - she taught me, too, but I can only manage simple things.
I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant.
Your average knitter, obsessed as we are with the art form, is quickly going to begin producing far more in the way of warm things than are needed by even an arctic-bound knitter. Knitting breeds generosity, true...but perhaps in a hurry to avoid burying ourselves in hand-knits. There are only so many scarves one knitter can use.
When people see me knitting, I tell them I'm a knitter. Not the sort of knitter they may have run into before, but a passionate, constant, deliberate knitter. I knit everyday, all the time, everywhere I go.
