Cast On Fever

I spent the last week and a half in Idaho guiding raft trips and seeing friends. While we were there the weather was perfect, and aside from getting absolutely annihilated by mosquitoes, it was a really great trip. I brought a pair of socks with me to knit but I did zero knitting on them until the ride home, when I decided I didn’t like them and ripped them out to start over…really productive. I think because I didn’t knit much on my trip I have had the urge to cast on everything since.


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The Maiden Voyage

I grew up in a whitewater household. My parents own a rafting company, and from a young age I knew the ranking system of rapids like I knew all the spells in Harry Potter…which is to say maybe too well.  Class I through Class V. Flatwater through monster whitewater. It was all really clear from day one, I had a good idea of what was within my ability and what was not. However with knitting that was not the case… I jumped in head  first with zero idea of what was “beginner friDSCN0785endly” and what might be a little too ambitious.

I watched a youtube tutorial on how to make a flat knitted hat and dove in. Never-mind the yarn was cotton and my needles were not even close to the right size and casting off surmised of first jabbing yarn through the live stitches and tying it up, and then of coercing my grandma to do it for me. I knit a fair isle hat for my Dad a month into my knitting endeavor that ended up newborn size, socks for my boyfriend with bulky weight yarn that might have fit Andre the Giant, and a truly heinous headband I presented to my roommate with pomp and circumstance.

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