I learned to knit at primary school, where we had weekly lessons with a lovely woman called Zena, and when it was accepted as a matter of course that all girls would learn to knit, cook, and sew in much that order. I think the boys were let off in favour of something more manly to do with a boat but I'm hazy about the precise details now. What I do remember is enjoying those lessons so I'm not sure why it's taken me 30 years to pick up a pair of needles again, but it has.
I've had some vague idea about embarking on some sort of knitting project for at least a couple of years now, indeed have sometimes felt like the only person I know who doesn't knit but what really tipped the balance was buying wool for my sister last summer. It just came in so many gorgeous colours (our preferred brand is Jamieson's ) that whilst I was choosing greens for her as per instructions I couldn't resist buying some for myself too.
It's taken six months but I've finally given up on the idea of persuading my sister to knit things for me and taken her up on the challenge to do it myself instead. She has always been much better with anything textile based then I am, she can sew in a straight line for a start, and is infinitely more competent at both following and devising patterns. If nothing else my attempts will provide her with some comic relief.
In a spirit of optimism I went out and bought some needles and a book yesterday (the needles turned out to be to small a gauge which was the second thing that amused her). The book was chosen because it looked to contain clear instructions on all the things I would need for the very specific project I'm working up to, was the most sensible size, and also the cheapest. So far it hasn't disappointed. After an hour of vainly trying to remember how to cast on I read the instructions properly and managed to do it without any further difficulties. (That was the first thing sister found hilarious.) It only took twenty minutes to crack purl stitch and after that I spent a happy enough evening practicing stitches and the like. It was slightly disconcerting to realise after a couple of rows that I'd managed to gain several stitches (seems that was funny too) but that seems under control for now.
My plans for knitting are fairly modest, for now it's quite satisfying to rediscover a forgotten -I want to say skill but think that might be overstating my abilities - so should perhaps settle for saying it's good to rediscover something forgotten. Please wish me luck.