I used to love the scariest rides at amusement parks. I still love them, but with herniated discs in my lumbar spine, I don't think it's too wise to ride them. The memories of pain shooting into my toes and dragging my leg when I walk, or not being able to sit without pain is all it takes to keep me grounded. It took a long time to heal from that injury. These days, I have channeled my thrill seeking into other endeavors--like periodic extreme knitting.
stalking driving around my new neighborhood last week, I stopped into the knitting store that's close to my new house. I was looking for the perfect mustard colored button for the hat I knit for the Olympic challenge, when, through no fault of my own, I was led astray by their class schedule and the gigantic shipment of Lopi they had just received.
The words, "sign me up" escaped my lips with no effort at all. It came as naturally to me as breathing. Class begins Saturday and will interfere with spinning for the next four Saturdays, but I'll be getting the opportunities to knit a traditional Icelandic style sweater in the round and steek it when done while the instructor holds my hand. Although I love pull over sweaters, the idea was to challenge my inner knitter, and so, I'll be making a cardigan.
I think steeking a garment I've paid a fortune to create qualifies as a challenge. The only time I've ever taken scissors to something I've knit, is when I'm trimming ends and I've never entertained the idea of deliberately cutting something right up the middle and then wearing it.
Of course, the bigger part of the challenge is to be prepared every Saturday for the class. Exactly how I'll manage this while I simultaneously shop for appliances, pack, move and squeeze in time for a full time job, remains to be seen.
Have you steeked? Can you give me an idea of how many analgesics should be on hand before my garment meets my scissors?
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