knitting club

I'm not sure when I started to knit. But what I do remember is that my Aunt, an avid knitter herself when I was younger, taught me the basics. She gave me a pair of knitting needles and a small ball of yarn, and showed me how to cast-on and knit and purl. The rest was up to me.


My skills evolved, like any budding knitter's would, from simple scarves and fingerless mitts to a child's sweater. Now here in the UK, my knitting, although still considered to be quite remedial, has flourished. I tote around a small project on my knapsack so I can knit on the train to and from Sheffield. Knitting needles and yarn are always in my hand as I sit on the couch in front of the tv, especially during the winter months. The ladies running the yarn store in town even know me by face. And, most recently, I came across a leaflet advertising Derby's knitting club.

A bunch of ladies meet once a week at Starbucks. (Yes, Derby has a Starbucks! In fact, the city has multiple stores of the Seattle-franchise). We knit or crochet, and chat while having a caffeinated beverage. It's neat to see the flurry of needle action and the array of colours being worked on. I'm starting my first major knitting project -- let's see if it'll be wearable.