I am left-handed; I knit left-handed. I crochet right-handed; I am ambidextrous. It had not occurred to me particularly that I was a left-handed knitter or a right-handed crocheter until my daughter accused me a few years ago of being a freak. She was trying to learn a new stictch online by following diagrams and the pictures she was trying desparately to follow did not match up with what she had seen in the real world with her own hands and from what I taught her when she was a child.
After the freak accusation, I told her the problem was that I am left-handed and so everything is backwards for me, and that when I originally taught her to knit the only thing I could teach her was what I knew how to do myself. She then changed her own knitting to right-handed (which she is) and life was once again good.
Above is a shot of the scarf I am working up in a basketweave pattern with the Berroco Ultra Alpaca in Lavendar Mix. They recommend size U.S. 8 needles with that yarn, but I found the stitches were not showing up well for me at that size, so I went down to a U.S. 7 and that seems to be working out better.
Here is a shot of the view from the place where I lived in Los Angeles with my children (though they were both young adults) and our Boxer dog "Luce". It was a beautiful place on a hill, looking north toward the Angeles Crest Forest and out over the top of the little town below. Though I never liked the fact of living in Los Angeles for all the years I was there, I did love being on that hill for a few years with my children. I could see this view from our living room, as I sat each morning with a cup of coffee contemplating life and the day and days ahead. We had large sliding glass doors all along the wall facing North and so the view was expansive.
We went through some very wonderful but also some extremely rough times while we lived there. I knitted a gazillion Christmas stockings sitting in that living room, enjoying that view ... sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes too exhausted to do either. My daughter had health problems and needed caregiving, which I gave her. My father, while we lived there, was diagnosed with prostate cancer and we all pulled together as a family to help see him and my mother through his treatment and recovery. A couple of years later he had to have quadruple bypass surgery and again, we all pulled together as a family and helped seem them through ... he is in good health today.
I experienced my most affluent years and business success while we lived in that house, enjoying that view. September 11th happened while we were there, and the Iraq war began. One president was elected twice while we lived there, and odd though it may sound an evil member of a very famous celebrity family tried to sue me for one million dollars while we lived in that place (it's a long story for some other blog, some other day but ultimately I won with many battle scars to prove it).
The Internet boomed and banged while we lived in that house ... and I was intimately involved in the game. I followed several dreams that didn't work out while we lived there, and gained philosphical insight that gave me peace and comfort while tempering my strength for future challenges.
My son grew from a boy to a man while we lived there, becoming a success in his own right. Between us we went through four vehicle leases and two vehicle purchases while we lived there. The world outside changed completely but much of it stayed the same and my own life convulsed and went full circle while we were there.
It was a sanctuary that helped us through an important and powerful time in our lives. I am grateful for the time we lived there, but grateful also and accepting of the fact that now we have all moved on each in our own direction. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, who knows what today will hold.
For you, I wish a fine and blessed day.
~firefly
I am left-handed; I knit left-handed. I crochet right-handed; I am ambidextrous. It had not occurred to me particularly that I was a left-handed knitter or a right-handed crocheter until my daughter accused me a few years ago of being a freak. She was trying to learn a new stictch online by following diagrams and the pictures she was trying desparately to follow did not match up with what she had seen in the real world with her own hands and from what I taught her when she was a child.
After the freak accusation, I told her the problem was that I am left-handed and so everything is backwards for me, and that when I originally taught her to knit the only thing I could teach her was what I knew how to do myself. She then changed her own knitting to right-handed (which she is) and life was once again good.
Above is a shot of the scarf I am working up in a basketweave pattern with the Berroco Ultra Alpaca in Lavendar Mix. They recommend size U.S. 8 needles with that yarn, but I found the stitches were not showing up well for me at that size, so I went down to a U.S. 7 and that seems to be working out better.
Here is a shot of the view from the place where I lived in Los Angeles with my children (though they were both young adults) and our Boxer dog "Luce". It was a beautiful place on a hill, looking north toward the Angeles Crest Forest and out over the top of the little town below. Though I never liked the fact of living in Los Angeles for all the years I was there, I did love being on that hill for a few years with my children. I could see this view from our living room, as I sat each morning with a cup of coffee contemplating life and the day and days ahead. We had large sliding glass doors all along the wall facing North and so the view was expansive.
We went through some very wonderful but also some extremely rough times while we lived there. I knitted a gazillion Christmas stockings sitting in that living room, enjoying that view ... sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes too exhausted to do either. My daughter had health problems and needed caregiving, which I gave her. My father, while we lived there, was diagnosed with prostate cancer and we all pulled together as a family to help see him and my mother through his treatment and recovery. A couple of years later he had to have quadruple bypass surgery and again, we all pulled together as a family and helped seem them through ... he is in good health today.
I experienced my most affluent years and business success while we lived in that house, enjoying that view. September 11th happened while we were there, and the Iraq war began. One president was elected twice while we lived there, and odd though it may sound an evil member of a very famous celebrity family tried to sue me for one million dollars while we lived in that place (it's a long story for some other blog, some other day but ultimately I won with many battle scars to prove it).
The Internet boomed and banged while we lived in that house ... and I was intimately involved in the game. I followed several dreams that didn't work out while we lived there, and gained philosphical insight that gave me peace and comfort while tempering my strength for future challenges.
My son grew from a boy to a man while we lived there, becoming a success in his own right. Between us we went through four vehicle leases and two vehicle purchases while we lived there. The world outside changed completely but much of it stayed the same and my own life convulsed and went full circle while we were there.
It was a sanctuary that helped us through an important and powerful time in our lives. I am grateful for the time we lived there, but grateful also and accepting of the fact that now we have all moved on each in our own direction. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, who knows what today will hold.
For you, I wish a fine and blessed day.
~firefly