Back when I began knitting and crocheting, I realised things were backward for me. A lot of people talked about the link with the past; they learned to knit or crochet from their mother, or perhaps their grandmother. Their aunt. Someone in their family.
I learnt through friends and youtube, which was perfect for me but didn’t foster that link. I felt for a while as though I was missing some part of the learning process. I had no tips or tricks passed down from previous generations, and I still have no idea if any of my grandparents could knit. I assume they could, but the only story I remember involves a great aunt I never met, so I’m not certain.
She said she knew how to do it before, but teaching her was basically from scratch. She came along to one of my Stitch ‘n’ Bitches, picked up a hook and some acrylic, and off she went.
It turns out teaching her was great for both of us; for her because she’s been doing it on and off ever since, and for me because when I visited her she revealed that she’d crocheted me a version of the Doctor’s scarf. Yes, that enormous Doctor Who scarf.
I don’t have pictures yet because she had to sew in the millions of ends, but it will be with me soon. It’s okay, I won’t be able to use it until the winter anyway, but you better bet it will be used all the damn time.
And I will look just as happy as he does. Guaranteed.