The warshrag. So, I know you know I've been knitting lately but I want to talk about it a little more.
I first learned to knit in the fourth or fifth grade. My mom and I made slippers. After that project I didn't pick up needles again until I was in my late twenties and completing my foundation year at Rudolph Steiner College in hopes of becoming a Waldorf Teacher. Now, after nearly three years, I am at it again. And it's wonderful!!
The best part about knitting again is that it is a sign that I am starting to feel back inside myself. I am getting a tad more sleep, enjoying my long days with Annabelle, really getting into living in this new apartment with my family, and able to focus just a little bit of energy on myself.
My first project was a scarf. It was safe and simple. My next was a dishcloth. Or, if you are like me and have paternal roots in Missouri, you know it's called a warshrag. The pattern forced me out of my little garter stitch shell... and opened up a world of knitting ambitions.
Wait till you see what I've done over the last six weeks! I've been having the best time, knitting at playgrounds while sitting on a blanket in the shade watching Annabelle play, stuffing a ball of yarn in my pocket and knitting while following Annabelle around on walks, keeping a little project in my bag and knitting whenever I'm waiting on anything at all. Hats, dolls, sweater, purse, scarves... I have a lot to share.
Stay tuned.
