Let's face it.
I am a kick-ass knitter.
My blog is much less interesting these days because I simply do not have the knitting disasters I suffered as a new knitter. No more tales of dropped lace stitches, wrong needle sizes, small children who frog a perfectly good project simply because they can.
I now possess a hard won knowledge of gauge and how to use it. I understand the different yarn weights. Drape, yarn overs, increases, decreases, stranded knitting, intarsia, cables, I can do it all!
I am knitter, hear me ROAR!
Proper ease in a garment?
*hangs head in shame* I'm still working on that one.
Overall, I am an excellent, talented knitter.
When a family member/friend/person I know at church/stranger I just met at the library says "Hey, I saw this very cute knitted thing, do you think you could make one for me?"
That cute knitted thing?
It is crochet.
Don't get me wrong.
There is nothing wrong/bad/inferior about crochet.
I can crochet. I am very comfortable holding a crochet needle. While I knit with the yarn in my right hand, I am just fine holding the yarn in my left hand to crochet. I can maintain good tension with even stitches. I can even translate that hard won knowledge of gauge as it applies to crochet.
I just don't.
And since I never use it, I don't keep a working knowledge of the crochet stitches in an easily accessible part of my brain. I always have to look up how many yarn overs make a dc vs hdc vs a tr vs a tsp (I'm not even sure that last one is a real thing, it might be a cooking measurement). And if I don't look it up I invariably get it wrong and end up with a hat that was dc when it should have been hdc and instead of fitting a newborn, it is now slightly large on my five year old.
Why do I bring this up?
Because Souper Seekrit baby knitting is hooking it today.
The things I do for the people I love.
I'm an amateur hooker.
My Father will be so proud!