Huh, this might be addicting...

Ok, one more for tonight and then I'll stop procrastinating and go to bed.

Here's my first pair of booties, that led to my first knitting sale. These were made for my co-worker Jennifer this December for the birth of her second son, Andrew.



And finally, here are the booties that officially made me a professional knitter (in that I received monetary compensation for them...)

First "real" yarn!

Here's the first project I ever did with real-live wool from a real-live yarn store. I thought I was crazy to spend so much yarn on one project (if the me then could see the me now...). So of course I made my boyfriend at that time swear he wouldn't lose it (which of course he did). But oh well, I can still remember the way that silk/wool tweed blend felt I sat knitting in mock-cable rib for hours on end in the TV den of Melby Hall. Just me, the needles and Law & Order Special Victims Unit.

Project completed winter 2003-2004

My first knitting ever! (circa January 2002)

So the word is out! (Thanks Sile!) And now I feel obligated to put something on my blog, so I thought I'd start at the beginning. This is the first knitting adventure I embarked on. It was cold, dark and winter at St Olaf College my freshman year when I first saw knitting up-close and personal. It seemed like everyone was doing it. Now whether they were knitting because it was tres chic at the time or because of their strong Norwegian roots, I may never know, but it was a very popular pastime. I was lucky to have landed on such a talented corridor my freshman year, and my knitting instructor and corridor-mate, Diana, is still one of my best friends to this day. She's who taught me to knit this lovely garter-stitch scarf on some sort of cheap boucle. Diana taught my roommate, Allison and I at the same time, and I do believe that Allyson eventually finished hers too, her scarf was red.

I worked on this scarf all through J-Term in Minneapolis on my "Food Work and Culture" seminar. (Best excuse to eat ethnic food ever!). And despite all the dropped stitches and wobbly edges, I wore the heck out of that scarf through four years of being an Ole. Um Ya Ya!