Knit One, Purl Two, Then Wait 2 Years.....

I knit. I am not a knitter. Rather, I am someone who knits. I know this because I have boxes and bags and baskets full of never used yarn. I have every possible knitting tool, even ones I have no idea how to use. I have projects that I have started and never finished in special knitting project bags. I have books about knitting and have bought patterns that I have never used, but they are all neatly placed in a fancy knitting notebook. See? This is why I am someone who knits. So, as someone who knits, I recently picked up a project I started 2 years ago for a friend's baby. Now that her child is a toddler, I couldn't possibly give her the project. Perfect excuse never to finish it, right? No sir-ree. I decided that now that I have a baby I would pull it out and finish it. And, luckily it's just the right color: blue. It's a blanket knit in a super soft chenille with a "fur" trim. The body of the blanket is really quite easy - it's garter stitch which is knitting every row. The trim however, proved to be more challenging. Another hazard of being someone who knits is that I never read the whole pattern before I start. I just like to dive right in. So, when I finished the blanket I panicked. The pattern instructed me to crochet the trim. Uh, I'm someone who knits, not someone who crochets. So, I did the most logical thing. I called my Mother and asked her to teach me how to crochet. Except when she came to teach me how to crochet, I just couldn't get the hang of it, which I was able to determine by never touching the crochet hook. I stood over her for almost an hour while she "showed" me how to do it. And, by that time she was almost done with it. So, out of the goodness of my heart and in the spirit of strengthening the mother-daughter bond, I decided to let her finish the trim. And, damn if she didn't do a bang up job. I could have taken all the credit and stolen all the glory. But I didn't. I came clean in this blog here. So, my son now has a blanket made for him by his mother & grandmother. And, for those of you wondering if I ever got my friend a baby gift. I did. She is also someone who knits so I gave her a gift certificate to a knitting store. Misery loves company.