Kat with a K

Okay, I get it now.

So maybe there's something to be said for rote learning after all. I've never hated the Kitchener stitch as much as many knitters seem to - in fact, I think it's kind of fun. But I haven't made enough socks to be totally comfortable with it yet, so I've always looked it up, just to be sure.

Apparently the knitting gods decided that it was high time I learned. I had thought, after Saturday night, that there was nothing that would make the Kitchener sequence sink in more thoroughly than reading it aloud for over an hour. I was wrong. After last night, I know that picking out the grafting so that the stitches could happily climb back up on their needles has put me on far more intimate terms with Lord Kitchener than I'd ever dreamed possible.

Someone in a library-related e-mail group just asked if anyone would be willing to teach her to knit at an upcoming group event. I may have volunteered. I mean, it seems I have the patience for it, right? ;-)