Against all rules

I’m a bad daughter, bad granddaughter, bad sister! Look at me! Blogging instead of spending quality time with my family!

My mom told me some interesting childhood tidbits that I needed to write down immediately before forgetting them. Obviously they have to do with knitting (otherwise they wouldn’t appear here).

We were once again discussing if and when I ever learned to knit as a child. The answer is “yes, but it didn’t stick at all.” Apparently, when I was a little girl, my mom tried very hard to domesticate me. I had many dolls, doll strollers, and doll accessories. My mom sewed clothes for my dolls and tried to involve me in the process, in hopes that I would get interested.

I would have none of it. In fact, I insisted that all my dolls remain naked. Furthermore, I didn’t give a single one of them a name. Ever. And of course I completely ignored them, their strollers, their accessories, their homemade clothes, and any attempts of domestication. Instead, I liked to do puzzles – what’s next in this series? which thing doesn’t belong? identify 10 differences – that kind of thing. That was my idea of fun playtime.

Then my mom tells me that someone finally forced me to learn knitting, and that I even finished a little scarf! The killer: she still has it – it’s in the basement. Mama mia! Must see! It must be something very special to have been dragged across the Atlantic!

We dug through a bunch of forgotten boxes (one of which had my, ahem, college diplomas, you know, those fancy pieces of paper in Latin that cost a ton of money, but are eventually shoved into some box to never be unearthed again), and here it is:

This, my friends, is my very first FO. Moment of silence.

Sorry for the craptastic photos, I don’t have my own digital camera with me, so I made do with my brother’s.

Apparently I’ve always liked burgundy.

This little guy is 19″ long, and, uhm, 6″ wide on one end, 4.5″ on the other. 1 X 1 rib with a TON of mistakes. My mom says I got bored after 19″ of knitting, and didn’t pick up the needles again until last year. She says that as a child, I never learned anything beyond knits and purls, that someone else cast on and bound off for me.

We also found this, which apparently I made as well:

I swear, I’ve never touched a crochet hook in my life ;). Magic crochet gnomes must’ve made that little thing.

Last, my parents were showing me some photos they took on their trip to Colorado last month. This is not posed, not planned, and I didn’t ask for it:


Is there any doubt from where Grumperina gets her grumpiness?!?

19 thoughts on “Against all rules

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  1. jody

    I’m right with you on the lack of interest with dolls. I suppose you could tell from our behavior even at such early ages that we’d both do something analytical with our schooling and careers.

    As for FO#1 I love it! And that crocheted ornament — untapped potential if you ask me!

  2. Karma

    LOL Grumpy family! How cute. Isn’t it fun learning things about ourselves before we were… us? I like the crocheted flower; I think you should tap that former life skill and see what happens. :)

  3. Kim

    That is really cute.. you should have it framed..

    What I find hilarious about it is that it looks better than your more recent swatches that you posted for your knitaversary.. LOL.

    I’m so glad you finally learned to cast on and off : P

    The grumpiness is astounding with you and your parents. : P

  4. Lorraine

    Ack! I just finished my Dk-weight Tivoli and was about to start a Worsted-weight Tivoli when I logged on and found the pattern gone! Help! It was my exact size! Where can I get it now?

  5. anne

    My daughter also totally ignores dolls, despite the best efforts of her grandmother (and desultory efforts, early on, from her mother, which were quickly abandoned). I’m pretty sure this is a good trait.

    Oddly enough, I recently found a variegated I-cord I knitted as a child with one of those knobby things. I recalled it as having atrocious 70s colors: rust, orange, pink, etc. — and was aghast to see it exactly matched some beautiful yarn I had just bought!

  6. Karen B

    That scarf looks pretty darned good, Kathy.

    BTW, didn’t you say that crochet hooks are evil (tee-hee)? What happened between making that adorable ornament in childhood and now?

    And, seriously, you didn’t pick up needles again until last year??? You are one talented woman.

  7. jacqueline

    i also had no interest in handcrafts as a child. i think it was over exposure due to my crafty family. dolls – pfftt … what are those? however, i was happy playing sport or reading or doing other kid things. video games weren’t so popular then, but even so they bored me silly!

    i also started a scarf as a kid, but only got as far as garter stitch. none of this highly technical ribbing that you managed to master.

  8. Christie

    Wow! Look at how far you’ve come!

    I’m diggin’ the little crocheted flower…you should incorporate it into a little scarf or something.

  9. Silvia

    How cute are the “grumpy” parents! I do think it’s more a function of squinting into the sun rather than grumpiness, but heck you know them best.

    How about sewing those crocheted flowers onto the scarf and making a super first project? Nice.

  10. Dani

    Oh how cute! I think your scarf is great! Lucky you to have found that… its so special. I wish my fist FO at 23 turned out that nice!

  11. Stephanie

    What a wonderful story. I love your scarf, and that flower is fabulous! My mom tried to make me into a little girl too and all I cared about was riding horses and playing in the dirt. I learned to knit as a little girl too. I can’t remember anything, but I have the slippers to prove it! I’m glad you had fun with your family and I choose to believe that your parents are squinting in the bright Colorado sun and are in no way grumpy. So there.

  12. nona

    Hey, I’m really impressed by your first FO — 1×1 ribbing is pretty tricky for a first time knitter! It’s funny how something can be boring during one stage in our lives and then utterly fascinating during another. Love the “Grumpy” family.

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