We all have to start somewhere
Hello there! As you may have guessed, I've been tending other (metaphorical) sheep in other (metaphorical) pastures. Nothing earth-shattering...just a bit more design work. Fun for me, but dull as tombs for you guys since I can't show you anything yet. Sorry 'bout that.
The problem with the whole not-being-able-to-show-you-my-latest-and-most-exciting-knitting thing is that the blog topics are a little thin on the ground. So today I thought I'd crack open the vault and show you some of my early work. Not because it's particularly impressive, but because it's October and everybody likes a good pre-Halloween scare, right?
These projects were unearthed this summer by my sister Rae. The purse on the right is the earlier of the two attempts (early 90's). A dismal failure since the purse was unlined and it stretched vertically if you so much as looked at it with the intention of putting anything inside it.
The backpack/messenger bag (it's convertible! tie straps into any number of hideous configurations!) dates to sometime around 1995. I have distinct memories of sitting in Rae's bedroom after she moved out, listening to REM, feeling maudlin, and knitting her (what originally started as) a rug. Somewhere along the line it became a bag. Probably because I was too lazy to knit a whole rug.
look! it's lined!
Important conclusions that can be drawn from the above:
- I have always been drawn to bright, possibly obnoxious colors. I like to think my color sense has improved.
- Garter stitch rules! Acrylic yarn...not so much.
- Burying my family under a pile of knitted crap isn't just a recent phenomenon.
- We all have to start somewhere. Yes indeed.
I know I can't be the only one with a history of hideous early knits. Fess up peeps. What frightening knits lurk in your past?