My Favorite Yarns To-Date
Like many knitters out there; I have an addiction… a …Read More
I am surely not a rarity in being picky about my knitting needles. After all, they are every knitter’s basic tool of the trade and can certainly make or break a project.
The inferior and cheaply made needles can drive one into deep frustration in no time. They are hard on the yarn as well as fingers, the knitter’s most important asset. They cause the yarn to split and the stitch to be missed. In short, bad needles are evil…
Knitting has been increasingly an important part of my life for the past 8 years or so.
I picked up my old red metal needles -resting peacefully for quarter of a century deep in my closet- on an instant impulse while driving by a yarn shop. Having learned knitting in Iran as a child, I did not even know what the terms “knit” or “purl” meant and had never read or followed a knitting pattern before. As I stepped into that little yarn shop and started chatting with the shop owner, my eyes started wondering around while my brain struggled to make sense of what my ears were capturing:
With the exception of my very first project, I have neither knitted anything for myself nor have received a hand knitted gift.
I am happy to report that this all changed during my recent trip to Germany. We often find what we may be after in the most unusual and unexpected places.