KnittingTraditions.com
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Welcome to Knitting Traditions
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As of 2005, I am entering my sixteenth year of teaching knitting on the national level. I look back on these years with feelings of wonder and gratitude. I am doing things I never imagined possible — I have developed a network of friends, students, and colleagues that span the continent and the world, working on a second book about knitting, creating and marketing my own line of knitting patterns, and even financially supporting myself and my children with what I love to do — teaching knitting!
I remember that when I was seven years old, I felt a burning desire to learn how to knit. Where I saw someone knitting for the first time, I'll never know. I don't even remember having seen someone, but I must have at some point. It seemed as though it took me forever to locate a woman who could teach me. I asked my mother, my mother's friends, and the ladies at church to no avail. But I also remember the day my mother told me that the lady on the corner could show me how to knit. I was ecstatic! The day of my first lesson I skipped down to her house. All I can recall now is that she was Persian and taught me to knit English style. Cast-on, knit, purl. That was it.
It must have been at Christmas that I received a Barbie Knitting Kit. It was a tall purple cylinder for holding your needles, and the top had a hole in it which you could thread your yarn through so it would feed easily. And there were instructions. Here is my first sweater I ever made. My gauge was too big, the back was longer than the front, so I hemmed that part up. The sleeves were too long and it hung like an unlikely dress. This sweater has been through two sisters after me, cramming it on various Barbies. My mother never throws anything away.
