January 10, 2011

Knitting is not like Softball

A week or so ago the boy gave me the best compliment ever about how he wanted me to teach him how to knit. It was flattering, of course, but I didn't actually think he would follow up with it. I mean, I joke about playing baseball with him but we all know that is never going to happen...although, when he met me I was enjoying (i.e. suffering through) a brief stint as a softball player on a co-ed rec team. Don't believe me? I wouldn't if I were you, because softball is the last thing you'd ever expect a gangly, un-sporty girl with no coordination to play. But for your viewing pleasure, here is proof:
Yes, this is me... swinging at the ball, hitting the ball (kinda), and getting thrown out at first. As you can clearly see, I am no good at softball. 

But back to my main point. Boy and I like to say we are going to do things that the other person likes, but it usually never happens. Boy always says he will watch my favorite musicals with me, but always finds an excuse at the last minute. He tries to get me to go to reggae shows with him (and succeeded once), but that's not really my thing and I try and get out of it. When we do actually try something the other one likes, things like this happen and I have mini panic attacks on cliffs.

So when he expressed interest in knitting I blew it off. Why would boy want to knit? I mean, when we first started dating he told me that he thought knitting was for grandmas. Boy is a manly-man (most of the time). He plays sports and drinks beer and has lots and lots of chest hair. Manly-men don't knit, and they tease grandmas like me who do. He gradually warmed up to it when I started making him cool things, but I think he still secretly judged me for a while.

Fast-forward to Saturday night. We finish eating dinner and I ask him what he wants to do. "How about we watch that movie you've been wanting me to watch forever [that movie being Rocky Horror Picture Show] and you teach me how to knit?"

I was flabbergasted. Not only did he want to watch my favorite ever musical about transvestites (can we take a moment to admire the fact that there is more than one musical about transvestites?), but he wanted me to teach him how to knit! We chose the yarn from my stash and settled down for his first knitting lesson. I cast on for him, and showed him how by slowly knitting the first two rows. He took over from there and over the next hour and a half successfully knitted about 3 inches of what he hopes will become a scarf (without paying any attention to the movie, which I realized was his plan all along).

There are the typical new-knitter errors, like starting out with 15 stitches and all of a sudden having 17, then 14, and somehow magically finding that there are 15 again, but he didn't let any of the frustration get to him. He took my most important knitting advice - when you get frustrated with whatever you are working on, put it down. If you keep going, you are bound to make a mistake, which will make you even more frustrated. He put his knitting down a few times, but always picked it up and kept on going.

He even worked on it on Sunday!

I am not sure how long he will stick with it, but so far so good. The only problem I see arising is that when I want to go and do something, he wants to knit. This already happened on Sunday, and if it begins to interfere with our day to day lives, I am going to have to stab him with a kitting needle.


  1. nice close up. I can sense the intense concentration. ;)