I remember...

My first time with two posts in a day!

This semester, I am in a writing class called Exposition. For our first assignment, we had to imitate a piece called "I Remember" by Joe Brainard. It's basically a string of thoughts, each of which begins with "I remember..." I finished my 4 page assignment last night and had some fun with it. It spanned many aspects of my life. For fun, I've decided to take out all the knitting related ones, as well as some other gems that really capture my super-cool-and-witty essence and put them here.***

I remember the TARDIS blanket I still haven't finished.

I remember tangled yarn and crying.

I remember knitting my first cable scarf for my brother, and the disappointment I felt when I never saw him wear it. I got over it.

I remember sitting on needles and bending them. And how damaging that was to my self-esteem.

I remember snobbily saying to a friend with a new scarf, "I could knit that."

I remember my mom's stash.

I remember tinking.

I remember a baby swaddled in a pastel blanket.

I remember endlessly assembling ruffle scarves for Christmas.

I remember posting nervously to my blog.

I remember Harry Potter and nightmares.

I remember bamboo needles, which do not make a very satisfying clink with each stitch.

I remember mitered squares.

I remember snapping a Backstreet Boys CD in half.

I remember feeling very young among the rest of the knitters.

I remember Friday nights at Wal Mart.

I remember the baby blanket that was supposed to be finished before I was born... cough cough mom.

I remember giving up.

I remember late nights and Dr. Pepper.


I remember my friends poking fun at my hobby.

I remember being afraid of DPNs.

I remember tinking.

I remember my First Communion blanket.

I remember my Lisa Frank backpack with the penguins on it. That was my first project bag.

I remember dishcloths with purled pictures in them.

I remember pizza, sour gummy worms, and Funyons--the perfect meal.

I remember how garter stitch makes the best, scrubbiest cloths.

I remember thinking knitting something would be cheaper than buying it in the store.

I remember tinking.

I remember binge watching Netflix.

I remember casting on. And messing up. And casting on. And messing up. And having my mom do it.

I remember my first headband design.

I remember trying to match the hundreds of loose socks in my dresser.

I remember the LYS in Boston.

I remember feeling intimidated by a new technique.

I remember tinking. Endless tinking.


***I am baring my soul here. Only supportive comments of my super-cool-and-witty essence will be tolerated.


And now I should probably read that 160 pages of German homework...


Happy Knitting!

Ruthie