An easy one to start Blogtober proper.
I’m currently knitting on a version of Little Birds, by Ysolda Teague, from the Twist Collective, Fall 2008. It is the beautiful.
My getting the pattern actually has a nice story attached to it. I saw it when it was released, and I really wanted to get it, but first I was too cheap, then I was a student and too poor, and then I was unemployed and even poorer. I kind of resigned myself to the fact that I would never get it.
Then, Ravelry. One of the groups in which I’m active had a RAK thread. The Fairy Hoarmother (don’t ask) tapped me with her sparkly wand of beneficence and granted me the pattern of my choice, as a gift from another member of the forum. I cried a bit, because I’m paranoid and assume that everyone hates me, and I hate when my assumptions are challenged. But I picked Little Birds.
And here’s a nice thing: after I received this gift, I decided to pay it forward, and sent a gift via the Fairy Hoarmother… to the exact same person who’d sent Little Birds to me.
Another fun fact about Little Birds is that the suggested yarn is Jamieson’s Shetland Spindrift. Well. When I was a teen, I actually visited the Shetlands. Not only that, but I was given a tour of Jamieson’s of Shetland, the mill that produces the yarn. Check it out:
April 8th, 1997, Sandness. That’s me in the red. I’m transfixed by yarn. I’m pretty sure that’s the *exact* moment that all of this knitting madness began.
So. Hoarmothers. Shetlands. Yarn. Anything else? Well, just one more thing.
This is one of the souvenirs I brought back from the trip. You can see how it’s all piling up, right? So I bought myself the yarn as a Christmas present (direct from Jamieson’s of Shetland, obv), and I finally managed to start in September (heh). I’m really enjoying it. I took it out onto the beach at lunchtime.
I took it into work to act as a social anxiety security blanket at a recent social event. There’s something about knitting that really helps me deal with the screaming heebie-jeebies, and when I’m working on something as awesome as Little Birds, it’s even better.
And here is where it’s at now. One more repeat of birds and leaves, and I’m into the arms. And one step closer to my first steek. Eek. This is going to be awesome.
Anyone else have documented proof of their first encounter with yarn?