Who taught you to knit?
I learned to knit out of sheer boredom. It was summer, I was sixteen, and in a fit of restlessness I marched myself into my mother's room and asked, maybe demanded, that she teach me how to knit.
It wasn't my first attempt at the craft. I vaguely remember some other summer at around ten years old where my mom pulled out brilliant yellow acrylic faux-mohair yarn and patiently taught me to cast on and knit. But my interest waned quickly; what I made wasn't pretty. (What a surprise!)
But this time I was determined and succeeded in learning to knit. Oddly enough, my left-handed mother knits English style, wrapping the yarn with her right hand. I find it strange that my mom's teaching actually made me, a right-handed person, a Continental knitter. I often wonder if she noticed I was doing things differently. I should ask her.
Mom taught me to cast on, knit, purl, and bind off. And then, always an independent learner, I learned on my own from books and experimentation. Though my mom has never been a big knitter, and she credits me with most of my knitting knowledge, I think she is proud that she was the one to start me off knitting. It is precious to share my knitting beginnings with my mom.
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