I started knitting years ago when my kids were little. It was a way to fill the time when I was spending so much time sitting in a room with kids watching Elmo, Kipper, Calliou, and J.J. The Jet Plane (I can still sing all the songs from all of these shows).
I am not a great knitter. As with cooking, I am a recipe girl. I have
to write everything down and double check a lot. I can't breeze along,
chatting and I don't understand enough to ever create my own pattern or
modify one in any significant way. But I like to try new things, so have done cables, lace patterns, sleeves, and other things as I grew more confident.
Early on, I knitted a lot of clothes for the kids. Gorgeous cable hoodies, striped cardigans, a dress for my daughter, hats, scarves. But they grew out of them so fast. I kept giving them to nieces and nephews. I switched to making toys -- monsters of various sorts. But in the last few years, I lost my mojo. I knit a few baby blankets but they took forever. I would barely pick up the needles at all.
Recently, I got the urge to knit. I decided to knit something for myself. I had made a few sweaters for myself in the past but not for a while. I got a great pattern for a vest that could be knitted all in one piece. It felt good. I got my mojo back and was really enjoying knitting again. Before the vest was even done, I got materials to make scarves for the kids and another sweater for me, this time from an amazing book of Knit Kimonos. But as I was finishing the vest, I, oddly, ran out of yarn. Got more. Finished. Put it on and there was a huge ruffle on the butt. I didn't remember that being in the pattern. Realized that the reason I'd run out of yarn was that at a point when I was supposed to add two stitches at two places in a row, I'd instead added stitches the entire row between the two spots. And I had done this three times! Oops.