I’ve been having trouble with this blog, and the trouble is this: it doesn’t sound like me at all. It’s a highly sanitized, heavily edited version of me. I didn’t want this to be the place where I pour out my troubles or bitch about that which cannot be changed; I wanted it to be a place where I talked about my knitting. That hasn’t been a problem. But I’ve tried so hard to be upbeat and non-controversial that I don’t sound like anyone in particular, and that’s making it very hard to write.
So let this be an entry where I tell some things about me, and then complain about something.
(Sidebar: I brought some socks to knit when we visited family over Christmas, and I took them out on Monday. Everyone who saw me said something along the lines of, “Are you still knitting? Christmas is over!” These folks have known me for fifteen years and have seen me knitting or stitching through all of them. I am baffled by their inquiries.)
I am Nicole. I’m married and have two small boys, 5 and 1, and I work as a part-time English teacher at a local college, and a part-time interpreter at two local historic house museums. I have a master’s in English and a master’s in museum studies (on which the ink is barely dry). I am a committed and unabashed New Englander, having grown up in New Hampshire and lived in Massachusetts for the last ten years. Eventually, my husband and I would like to have a little maple and Christmas tree farm somewhere. But for the moment, we are trying to become more involved with the community where we live.
I like reading and writing and movies and knitting and embroidery. As an amateur historian, I like reading about knitting and textile history (among other things), but I don’t do a lot of historical knitting. I don’t design much, mostly because I don’t know how, but I’m a good enough knitter to make anything I want. I like wool. I don’t gravitate to any particular thing; I make what I want or need. That means socks, mittens, gloves, hats, scarves, shawls, sweaters, toys, baby things, you name it. I have second-everything syndrome. I finished sixteen projects this year, and that is a banner year for me. Wonder what I can do without a master’s thesis hanging over my head.
Now, complaining: I’m annoyed prices for wool keep going up, since our fortunes are not good at the moment. Want to support the people who supply my hobby, but the timing stinks. Plus, this decision by Knit Picks to at once a) raise prices; b) discontinue two legacy wool lines; and c) introduce acrylics is leaving me pretty o_O. They protest too much that their acrylic is not squeaky and not plasticky and not like acrylics I can pick up from the local acrylic purveyors. Not that I do that a whole lot. The phrase “cheapening their brand” comes to mind. It’s all been sufficiently hashed out on the Rav board, so no need to regale me with explanations and defenses. Logically, I understand that they have their economic concerns. But I have mine also, and emotionally, I’m stuck at o_O. We’ll see what happens this coming year…with so many things.
I think I’ll save the knitting goals for another post–I’ve already gone on long enough!