This Wednesday, I was knitting with a friend during my lunch hour and we were talking about when we first felt like we were Knitters (note the capital K there).
I started knitting in 2005 during the waning years of the novelty yarn scarf phase. I knit a lot of scarves in various types of yarn. Some of these were beautiful. Some of them were um…not. I knitted squares that made up blankets for coworkers’ babies. Heck, I even knitted an entire baby blanket for a friend’s newborn (using a dishcloth pattern “moon and stars” and alternating with plain squares in a variegated cotton yarn).
But when I think back. Honestly? The first time I felt like a bonafide knitter was on the train from A
lbany. I was making this. I have written about the experience in more detail in this post. Essentially, at some point on that journey I figured out how to deal with a dropped stitch.
I think in that moment I became a Knitter.