Remember when I used to knit?
I was pregnant with baby #2 and got a wild hair and decided I needed to learn how. So I taught myself. I marched into Ben Franklin, infant #1 in stroller, bought a book and supplies and painstakingly learned.
After a year or so of making tons of mistakes and finally getting it, I figured I should teach myself to crochet. So I did. I made lots more mistakes.
I made way too much stuff to throw at my family and friends so I decided to sell it. I made my own patterns. I went to farmers markets. I heard of a little thing called Etsy. It was a lot of fun.
I started a blog somewhere along the way and wrote in it. I took pictures with my little point and shoot. I upgraded my camera. I had some blog help from a good, kind friend. You should know about her. You probably already do.
My business was always in the black. It was a good feeling. I was busy. I was tired.
The booties and baby hats were my bread and butter. Especially when they showed up on popular websites like Ali Edwards and Cool Mom Picks. I had no idea what I was doing.
I made baskets for people in Scandanavian countries. I wished I could see them in use. I sold stuff all over the world. People in Australia buy alot off of Etsy. Not sure why.
Then I quit.
I decided playtime was over. I called myself a physical therapist again. I took off one hat, put on the other and went back to work. I packed up my knitting. I packed up my yarn, my needles.
Lately I've been inspired. Maybe it's the change in the weather. Perhaps it's a new outlook. Whatever the case, I knitted this last night.
Still fast, guess I've still got it.