Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a knitter. She wanted to knit with all her heart and she bought a book on knitting. She tried and tried and tried some more, but try as she might, the drawings just wouldn’t make any sense. Sadly, she put away the needles, and the yarn, and the book; and that might have been the end of the story.
But then, one day while at her place of work, a coworker was knitting. The knitter went up to the other knitter and asked where she learned to knit. The knitter, the first one, said that she learned knitting from a knitter at a knitting shop who taught knitting classes. Our knitter was so excited, she went that very day and signed up for knitting lessons.
After some time passed, she went back to her book on knitting and what do you suppose happened? The drawings made sense! She decided to make a sweater for her young boy, who was only ten.
But, as all things do, things became complicated in the form of sleeves. Sleeves are an evil plague that infect many, many kinds of sweaters, including the simple boat-neck sweater in her knitting book.
The knitter put the sweater away and made many, many other projects – including this blog!
The young boy of ten is now twenty-one.
And the knitter finally finished the sleeves!
Of course, the young boy is no longer young, nor a boy, nor small enough to fit said sweater, but that’s a story for another day.
|Front View of the Harry Potter sweater (it’s in the colors of Gryffindor, for those of you who aren’t HP fans; that’s one of the Houses at Harry Potter’s boarding school)|
|Side View (ignore the wall that needs painting; we’re not done with remodeling yet)|