Are you a knitter or a crocheter, or are you a bit of both? If you are monogamous in your yarn-based crafting, is it because you do not enjoy the other craft or have you simply never given yourself the push to learn it? Is it because the items that you best enjoy crafting are more suited to the needles or the hook? Do you plan on ever trying to take up and fully learn the other craft? If you are equally comfortable knitting as you are crocheting, how do you balance both crafts? Do you always have projects of each on the go, or do you go through periods of favouring one over the other? How did you come to learn and love your craft(s)?
Monogamous? Me? Sorry, no, I never took an oath to Knitting.
What is more, my crafting tastes are not restricted to Yarn-based beauties. I also have a taste for Thread and for Fibre in general.
Knitting and I have a common-law marriage, I do believe. We jumped the broom together. We cohabit happily… but I confess that I do stray. My infidelities are many and various, but I always return home in the end to my knitting needles.
I have attempted to establish a relationship with Crochet but found her… ugly. Repulsive, even.
Her texture is coarse and heavy and her pattern stock is unattractive. Frankly, on the occasions that we have dated, I had to put in real effort to even begin a conversation. She does hold more attraction for me than Quilting does, it must be said. I took one look at Quilting and dug my heels in. She and I will never be made for each other. Too high-maintenance. Crochet has been batting her eyelashes at me recently, however and we may just take up again and go on this date: Granny Rose Pillow.
I may also resume a flirtation that I had a while back with Crochet’s Tunisian cousin – she holds my interest a little longer.
A brief flirtation with Tatting left me with some very happy memories and that’s a lady that I would like to take out again, and soon. I think that once the Winter comes, a woodland walk in the snow would be good, catching 24 Snowflakes and examining their structure… Tatting is an intelligent lady, with pretty tools that can render one acquisitive…
The Dye Pot and I like a bit of a rough and tumble from time to time. It gets a little messy but it’s worth it, as she provides thrills like no other date can. The Dye Pot is a chamelon. She has many moods and many faces and the time that we spend together is very rewarding, whatever we choose to do. She has a special place in my heart and I do believe that we shall spend increasing amounts of time together. Colour is a drug and I am becoming a junkie.
The Weaving Loom too is a temptress. We have spent happy hours entwined with warp and weft and I feel that we have a strong future together. Weaving holds many enticing secrets and depths worth plumbing in search of some fibre highs.
It is Spinning that is the cause of most of my infidelities. Not only do I adore the wench but she has me in her thrall. She is the one who hooked me into my fibre habit and she is the one who urges me onto ever greater infidelities with a wider variety of partners. “Go to the Dye Pot” she whispers in my ear – and she directs me with “just go and warp up the Loom with this single…” or “spin this one up chunky and we can have a nice threesome with a nice bit of Rugging!”
Alas, it is true, Spinning favours a Ménage à Trois – well, at least one! She is my worst influence and my best friend as well as a surrogate for my Knitting. Her best side is that she and I make beautiful yarn together and then she returns me to my beloved, my Knitting, to share with her the outcome of our illicit fun.