I am still working on Number One and Number Two. But that hasn't stopped me from browsing and oogling and lusting after more, more, more! I blame the yarn manufacturers, with their luscious fibers and enticing colors. I blame the knitting bloggers with their in-your-face-look-what-I-whipped-out-over-the-weekend projects, full of excitement and inspiration. I blame the pattern designers and authors of the multitude of knitting books that beckon me at my local bookstore where my footprints have become enbedded in the floor in front of the shelves.
Two weeks ago when I decided to start Number Two, I asked Heather to show me how to cast on, and I watched her do that loop-d-loop thingy-mabob with her hand and a needle and then I said, forget it, you can cast on for me, forever. And I was fine with my decision to never be the one to cast on my own projects. Until I started browsing Ravelry.
Browsing is such an innocent word, really, isn't it? There's so little harm in browsing. But then browsing leads to wanting, which turns into lust very, very quickly. Until you (or me, as the case may be) are standing in front of the cashier at Border's with your credit card out and a stack of knitting books on the counter.
They were for inspiration really. And the pictures were so pretty. I even showed them to Scott, and he feigned interest while I flipped through them, standing patiently at my side, nodding.
I started to think maybe I could cast on after all. Maybe I could even Purl? I got out an old booklet I had (from ill-fated previous attempts) and some yarn and a tiny needle, and with that armory, sat myself down on the couch and tried no less than 26 times to cast on. After walking away exasperated twice, I checked You Tube, and then hunkered down for Attempt 27. You know what? I did it.
After I knit a few rows, I found a purling video, and while it looked like gobbly-gook while I was working it, after a few rows, there it was...I purled. And purled and purled (well, knit and purled and knit and purled and knit...).
I thought maybe I could knit a purl scarf - because I'm all about the scarf right now. Repetitive, long and easy. There is a BEAUTIFUL purl scarf in the Last Minute Knitted Gifts by Joelle Hoverson - you've seen it, I'm sure. I want to make that (because I'm impatient like that). I made my supply list and thought I'd experiment with my newfound skill with some inexpensive yarn, so I went to Michael's.
After wandering around for a good 30 minutes, I decided I'm quite spoiled at this point, because I couldn't find anything suitable at all. I want to work with delicious yarn all. the. time. I decided to hold off until I'm good enough to work with three yarns at once (which the pattern calls for), and brave enough to tackle Manos del Uruguay.
In the meanwhile, I settled on some inexpensive Patons and then found a great pattern for a knit/purl scarf - and one that changes stitches in a row.
I cast on, amazingly enough, without help.
And, granted, it looks like gobbly-gook for the first few rows. Somehow, I manage to get past this and continue, because after a few more rows, it begins to look like something other than gobbly-gook.
And, more amazingly, after sitting and watching Forest Gump on cold afternoon, the pattern takes shape, and it really begins to look like something!
There are things happening here that I thought would never happen, mainly:
- I can, in fact, cast on by myself.
- I can, it appears, purl.
- I can, if it's simple enough, read a pattern.
- I can, most importantly, finally, KNIT!
I do believe I have reached the point of no return. You have no idea how happy this has made me!
I am so happy to present...[unfinished project] NUMBER THREE!

Which, appropriately enough, has already been claimed by Drew...my number three!
See? It all works out.