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Mom tried to teach me to knit three times, once as a young child, once as a young adult, and again within the past few years after my friend Janis tried to teach me once. The lessons never seemed to make sense or stick in my mind. I have a handful of books about knitting; I have friends and relatives who knit; I tat and crochet and sew, and my roommate spins and colors yarn and crochets with yarn and thread and tats and quilts and knits the most absolutely amazing things... so we pretty much constantly have textile goodies and books everywhere around... but I just didn't get knitting. Until one day in spring 2005. Suddenly, out of the blue, It All Made Sense. I picked up a mess I'd started years before, and just started making motions with the needles and thread that felt right. At first the stitches were twisted, but within a few moments, after Janis showed me what "the stitches are twisted" meant, I had an "Oh! Aha!" moment and I'd gotten it. I set aside the mess, picked up a circular needle and some yarn waiting to become part of one of my crochet projects, and after a quick check in one of the books to make sure what felt right (which I think I remembered from watching Mom) was actually one real way of casting on, I was off and running. It took Janis and I a bit of flipping through our books to figure out that there's a name for the method that came naturally to me; it's not the way most folks poke the needle or wrap the thread, apparently. But suddenly, she can show me a stitch once and I understand it, try it a time or two, show it back to her to make sure I've got it, and then I can just run with it. So I'm knitting. I can't seem to put the needles and yarn down, actually. I'm knitting!! online resources
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