Month: February 2014

My knitting life

My name is Wendi and I was knitting way before it was cool.

When I was a young girl, probably about seven or right, my great-grandmother taught me the basics of crochet. She was a prolific crocheter. And while I would occasionally get an itch for make Granny Squares for an afghan, it was never my passion and I only did it in fits and starts.

It was a cold and snowy winter in Middle Tennessee in 1984. After the third week of school was cancelled because of bad weather, my mother pulled a pair of big plastic knitting needles and scratchy acrylic yarn out of a drawer and taught me the knit stitch and the purl stitch. I caught on quickly and was on my own in about half an hour. I was hooked. Mother preferred sewing and didn’t have the patience for handwork. I can’t remember ever seeing her knit before then  and I didn’t see her knit much after that. Knitting was mine.

When I look at the abundance of fabulous yarns, yarn stores, and patterns today and the Ravelry site, I can’t help but remember what it was like in the mid-1980s when the yarn and pattern selections left  a lot to be desired. Yarn instruction has also changed. Before knitting was cool, pretty much everyone learned how to knit and crochet from a mother, grandmother, or some other adult female in your world.With today’s proliferation of yarn shops, books, magazines, blogs, and websites like Knitty, Twist Collective, YouTube, and Craftsy, it is easy to learn everything from the basics of knitting to the  most complicated and advanced techniques.

A coworker, who is also an avid knitter, and I often said that all good ideas come from knitting. So on the 30th anniversary of the inauspicious beginning of my knitting addiction, it only seems right to start a blog to talk about knitting and all the good ideas that come from it.

In case you are wondering about the High Note part of the name of this blog, it is because of one of the other things I am most identified with – singing ridiculously high notes, sometimes very loudly. But that is another story for another post.

Happy knitting