As some of you who followed my other blog may know, I have PTSD. A nasty little side effect from having undergone a back-to-back emergency liver transplant and C-section. It was found that knitting was a wonderful form of therapy for me. Back is San Jose, I was prescribed a weekly does of knitting with a local knitting group. As you may recall, I ended up joining the same knitting group that the famous, Cookie A. is a part of. I fell in love with sock knitting because of her.
Well, now here I am in San Diego, and again, I must find a local knitting group to help keep me sane. I checked out Ravelry and then did a Google search. What I found was not a kitting group, but knitting classes right down the street from me at a local yarn shop.
I had only been to a yarn shop once in my whole entire life. It was a little shop in Sedona where I bought one ball of recycled silk yarn for $10 and felt like I wasn't really wanted at that store. So, I wasn't all to keen about entering another yarn shop. But I needed some outside knitting that would force me to socialize and keep that creepy little PTSD at bay.
The yarn shop is called
The Needlecraft Cottage and is run by a wonderful little lady named, Liz. I found on the website that they were offering several knitting classes. The one class that caught my eye was knitting the blocks from
The Great American Aran Afghan. They plan to do one block a month, meaning that the class would go on for two years in order to complete all twenty-four block. Sort of a big commitment, but at least it meant a regular schedule of continuous knitting.
I did a test drive one morning to see just how far the shop was from my house. A straight shot down the street, not too bad. Then, I called the shop to as about what I would need to do to take the class. Liz had just one copy of the required book left. That gave me the bit of confidence I needed to say, "Please put the book on hold for me. I'll be there shortly to get it." I got up the nerve to drive there, park and walk in. The shop really is a cottage inside. Small, over-filled with yarn, knitting & crochet supplies and all the needlepoint paraphernalia you could ever want. Liz greeted me and helped me get the supplies that I needed for the class.
You could definitely tell the regulars from those just coming in to browse. The shop was very much geared to the golden years crowd, but seeing the amount of grey hair in the shop, I understood that Liz had built her store around her very faithful client base. As always, I was the only black chick in there and most likely one of the youngest people in their too.
The class I'm taking is every Thursday. By the time I started the class, it was already two weeks into the first block. The teacher is very nice and my classmates change weekly. It's a very open class. Come if you need help or just want to chat with other knitters. If you don't like a particular block being worked on that month you can skip the class or come to class with something else you are working on. Easy enough.
I'ts nice to just sit a listen to everyone talk about their lives and their latest troubles. Or to hear them go on a rant about their favorite yarn or how much they dislike a particular pattern or designer.
My first block is coming along okay. I'm knitting it using
Cascade Yarns Cherub Aran in a soft navy color. It's my first time using this yarn. The teacher recommended a wool yarn because we will need to block the squares once we are done. But I have five military issued wool blankets already. I have reach my household wool limit. So, I'm working with a nylon/acrylic blend. I know how to make non-natural fibers bend to my will. (He, he, he!)
Oh, did I mention that The Great American Aran Afghan is all cable patterns? And did I mention that for years I have been avoiding knitting cables like it was the plague? Yes, leave it to me to start off with something hard as hell. On the bright side, I get to spend two hours each week surrounded by yarn and the sound of many needles clicking away. Not a bad form of therapy.
