The Young Lady was introduced to a "knitting machine" at a sleep over last Friday night. Never mind that I am a human knitting machine, that I have been trying to turn her into a knitter with every sort of knitting gadget, cute knitting needles, fun tape measures and colorful yarns her whole life, (and we're not even speaking of what I hope was absorbed in utero) and that in desperation, I even let her take a crochet class, heaven help me. Nope, it took a plastic knitting toy, introduced at someone else's house, away from the hopeful, encouraging eyes of her mother to hook her. No pun intended.
I picked the sleep deprived child up Saturday morning and once we were in the car, the first words out of her mouth were, "I want to use the money I am saving for a Nintendo DSi and buy a knitting machine." Be still my heart.
Fearing that any delay would break the spell, I put the pedal to the metal and drove her home to get her money and then immediately departed for Michael's. We found what she was looking for and then shopped. For Yarn. Together. For HER.
She spent most of her waking hours (and some when she should have been sleeping) over the weekend cranking away on her machine. We had to take it away on Sunday night because she was "knitting" way past her bedtime. (I couldn't look her in the eye when I did that, having knit way past my bedtime more times than I can say.)
I even let her look through my stash yarn, only warning her that she had to ask me before using anything. I now have a scarf made from some alpaca I told her she could use that is 12 feet long, and I have been told that IF I find yarn I like, I should buy it and she will make me some leg warmers.
(.........)
just look at that speed!
If you're lucky, maybe you'll get some leg warmers, too.
Love,
Kim
