It started in a quiet way. The call for picking up the knitting needles again. It went from a whisper to an obsession. Granted that my ability to switch from knit to purl needs work, but I knit anyway. It has taken hold of my life to the point that the knitting moments creep in quite regularly.
The knitting moments that I now crave like an addiction had not always been there. It was one of those things that had been put away with my childhood toys. It had started when I was ten and a neighbor had offered to show me how. Along with her daughter, my younger sister and I spent our afternoons together learning how to knit from this wonderful woman. But over time those chosen moments disappeared and the desire to knit along with them. One can blame the loss of interest on the teenage interests, none that include anything crafty. At any rate, the desire to knit has returned in full force. I chalk it up to that midlife point that says...senior coffee??anyone.
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