As predicted, I’ve spent more Danish monopoly money on yarn and needles. But to be fair, I was getting awfully tired of my orange practice yarn. I even have a basket, complete with handles, to put everything in (though I already had that). And as an end result, I have a lovely, woolly…..orange square. But… I ‘cast on’, I knitted, I purled, I ‘cast off’–all by myself–just to make my groovy little orange square. It is not quite big enough to be a coaster and really will serve no purpose other than as an illustration of how ‘you tube’ videos really can teach anyone anything.
So am I a knitter now? I don’t know. Like the other 752,345 people that just started knitting, I am working on that true beginner’s project, the scarf.
And this is the point where I usually get stuck. I go hellbent for leather, (or in this case, wool), all gung ho, full steam ahead, and then….well, you know that sound a balloon makes when it is loosing air rapidly? That. To serve as an illustration: We traveled to Norway this year, and my children frolicked along the banks of the fjords looking for sea glass. And they found lots of it. We displayed some, I used pieces in some kid art. We gave some away. And I still had a ton of it left over. Now, since moving to Copenhagen, I have made a friend who makes beautiful jewelry. So I thought, well hey, I’ll make some sea glass necklaces. And I did, and they turned out pretty good. So then I made a few more necklaces and hey, they turned out okay too. I have a bit of a necklace fetish to begin with, so the last thing I need is more necklaces. But I made a few necklaces. I felt like I could answer ‘yes’ to the question ‘can you make a necklace?’. But am I a jewelry maker? No. Will I get to the point where I can answer ‘yes’ to the question, “Can you knit?” Probably. Am I a knitter? You tell me.
What are the qualifications? What’s the difference between proficiency and ability and being able to legitimately call yourself a ‘knitter’–or a jeweler, a photographer, a baker?
I have been working on my letter photography. I have bought heaps of scrap paper to make my own stationary. I am moving into the sickly sweet world of fondant icing to make my cakes look a bit more ‘polished’. And I am knitting a scarf. All good stuff, but nothing major. Nothing out of this world. Nothing that would make me call myself a jeweler or a knitter or a baker. And this is where I am left, holding my little orange square.
I am Jill of all trades. Master of none.