Captain's Log: Stardate... oh, whatever

So, this is a blog, eh? Nice to see you. As you likely know, this is my first post.

This will be a blog about knitting, and assorted other topics as I see fit. We may delve deeper into my psyche as time goes on, but for now, I'll keep to knitting.

I learned to knit when I was about six. My mom gave me some dusky pink yarn and let me go to town on making myself a scarf. I remember her handing me the needles and instructing me in the art of the knit stitch. I remember being excited, and knitting as fast as my little stubby fingers would let me.

And then... disappointment. The stitches did not, in fact, produce a beautiful, even scarf. The thing was, well... ugly.

So, I moved on, and spent a few years not knitting. (What I was doing is none of your beeswax.) And then about six or seven years ago, I picked it up again.

My mother, beloved personal knitting instructor, handed me a set of four metal double-pointed needles (DPNs to those in the know). She cast on enough stitches to fit my giant head, and I went to town on my very first hat. The results are laughable.

Coming soon... a picture of my very first self-knitted hat, lovingly labeled "the condom hat".