This is the first entry in the rest of my blog

and hopefully not the last.

I guess an introduction is in order. Hello, my name is Rebecca. I'm a children's librarian somewhere in the Midwest not too far from Canada on a pleasant penninsula. Hmmmm. I wonder where that might be.

Anyway....I came to be a knitter in a bit of a backwards way. It was about 8+ years ago when pregnant with my oldest son. Not that my mother didn't try to get me to knit sooner. I grew up in knitting/crafty family. My grandmother is a knitter, my mother is an awesome knitter, my aunt knits, beads and does other crafts, another aunt quilts. All of my aunts, mother and grandmother sewed. So I did the craft thing growing up. I even had several knitting lessons. I just couldn't sustain an interest in knitting. My mother would constantly say, "Do something with your hands while you sit and watch TV!" In my defense, I usually had my hands occupied holding a book. Of course, my talented mother sat on the couch with her knees bent, a tie wrapped around her knees with a book propped in it and her needles turning out complex sweaters and fair isle socks without a pattern. How was I to compete? I took up cross-stitch in college which led to spending a Christmas season doing cross-stitched bookmarks on perferated paper. Which led to me buying wool yarn to continue this hobby. Which led my husband to ask, "How come you don't just spin you yarn like your mother does?" So I learned to spin. But I never did cross-stitch with my yarn. I just admired it. Caressed it. "So, what are you going to do with this yarn?" he asked. I blinked at my husband. "Do? The 'do' part is done. I have made yarn." He didn't buy it. I had to learn to knit as a defense.

So, began my tour in the Yarn Rodeo. And for me it's a lot like the Garth Brooks song.

"It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call rodeo."

So, far my husband hasn't left me over my stash, but knitting and spinning are not helping the carpal tunnel in my wrists or the problems with my shoulder.

But will I stop? No.
Am I crazy? Probably.
Do I enjoy what I do? Immensely.

My next ride will be coming soon. Hopefully with pics.