Yesterday I took my youngest with me to one of my not-so-local yarn shops. They were having a Tax Day sale, with lots of yarn on sale for at least 35% off, and I had to see what they had to offer On the table outside was some Rowan Biggy Print in a pink and white that Sarah just kept touching and petting like it was a kitty. The woman working outside started talking to her and asked if she knew how to knit, which she answered in the negative but said she wanted to learn (which I already knew but was waiting until she really expressed interest). After talking some more and petting the yarn some more, Sarah agreed to go inside with me so I could see what else was on sale, and what I could score for me While in there she was really enjoying being able to feel all the nice yummy yarns, and after a few minutes I told her we were gonna go get that pink and white yarn for her so I could teach her to knit. She got all excited and ran outside to tell the woman she spoke with earlier that she was gonna learn to knit. Oh, the joy on this woman's face when she heard that! She then related how once Sarah knew how to knit she'd always be able to do it, and she also told about summers spent with her cousins - all boys - and rainy days where the boys would be grumbling about not being able to play outside while she sat and smiled while knitting away. Sarah loved hearing about this and it made her more excited about learning.
After going back inside to pick up some huge needles for her little hands, a couple hanks of Classic Elite's Posh cashmere - 35% off, woohoo! - a yummy sock yarn I had never seen before - Mountain Colors Barefoot, in gorgeous colors - and a couple new books, we went home and sat in the recliner together, her in front of me. I cast 10 stitches onto needles the size of fence posts - to me, as my current project was a pair of socks on 2.5-mm DPs, and these are 19 mm - and put the needles into her hands. I then guided her hands through the first row, my hands over hers, telling her what we were doing. The second row I backed off some, and by the third row she was knitting by herself. Now, she's only
8 and has a correspondingly short attention span so she "took a break" after a few more rows, but then after dinner and her bath she was right back at it. There we were, on the sofa, her in front of me, both knitting away. Every now and again I'd hear, "Oops..." closely followed by "Okay, I got it". She dropped very few stitches and knew when she had and asked me to fix them when she did.Today after school she took her knitting into her room to do while watching a movie. Another obsessed knitter is born!!!
Heh heh heh...
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