I have a friend who has been resisting the siren call of knitting for a few years now. Who finally picked up needles and yarn against her better judgement, and got hooked. A friend who, I don’t think, will ever look back to her days as a NON knitter with anything but a vague sense of “What was I thinking?”
Like all beginners, she is maybe a little unsure of actually calling herself a knitter yet, because she is still learning some very basic things. She’s afraid that she lacks some basic, fundamental know how that separates knitters from players. Maybe she is afraid we’ll all look at her and say, “Nuh uh.” if she tries to assert that she has a place in the club.
I’m here to tell you, she’s got a place in the club.
Girlfriend was knitting in her living room last night when gunfire erupted across the street. Her boy was yelling at her to get down and what did Girlfriend do? Before she stopped, dropped, and rolled? She calmly finished the few stitches that were left in her row, because she might drop a stitch on the way down to the floor. While the bullets were flying. I’d like to also point out that this was beaded knitting and she had to seat a bead on one of those stitches while all this hullaballo was in motion. And she worries that she’s not a Knitter???
I don’t think she has to worry. She’s one of us, all right. God help her.
I am now hunting for Kevlar yarn and have a vague idea of knitting her an Aran flak vest.
no knitters were harmed in the making of this anecdote