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I remember as a little girl – 10 or so – sitting with my grandmother and knitting needles that just seemed huge and this great green wool, trying to figure out how to knit. Of course, knitting Just. Wasn’t. Cool., so I annoyed grandma for a while and then ran off to do something else, like play with paper dolls or Barbies. You know, important stuff.

Years later, Grandma was gone and I was pregnant with my first baby. And dammit, there was going to be a baby blanket, knit by mom, for the sprog. By the time I muddled through teaching myself to knit, the sprog had been born and her little brother was on the way and they’d both gotten crocheted blankets . I knit then-hubby a sweater, without a pattern (thank you Elizabeth Zimmerman!) and even (gasp) STEEKED the sleeves (for non-knitters: this means I cut my knitting in order to sew the sleeves in. It probably doesn’t sound like a scary thing to you, but it is.)

I still knit frantically for various reasons: a nice sweater that is EXACTLY what I want, something to do with my hands, the pride of seeing someone love a gift that was made just for them, absolutely a one-of-a-kind.