Fall into the season

I have to admit, I am SO excited about the rest of this year, which just so happens to be the 10th anniversary of my 8th grade graduation.
Yes, that's right. I said it. 10 years ago, I had just turned 14 years old, and I was a freshman diva, running the mean streets of Chicago as if I'd paved them myself.
Uh-huh that's right.

But alas, it would take me several years to even come to a knowledge of and love for the craft of... KNITTING! My hands have never been so well-used before!

Of course my mother had taught me how to crochet, and during college I did make one horrendous purple scarf from a very cheap and not-at-all-soft yarn. That scarf now hangs on my wall at home as a trendy earring holder.
Creative juices run free (across the hardwood floors of my Washington Heights apartment) and I am humbled when I find websites and blogs that are so much more adept at the art than I.
But to my credit, I have only been knitting for approximately 2 years now.
It all started on a Friday just like today when I got an email from my sister whose subject line read "crafts, knits, bad santas".

I was ready to rumble, and rumble I did on that blessed Sunday evening at her boss' house in
Brooklyn (oh Beloved Brooklyn!).

Yeah actully, I'm lying. I kind of sucked for those first fifty or so rows. But after I got over the beastage of casting on (it took me days to remember how to hold my hand and fingers correctly...where does the yarn go!?) I did finally make my first project, which I never ever wear.
Why? you ask. Because it is a very itchy, very curled up, ruby red scarf (2 balls, wool-ease thick and quick--and yes it is thick and quick). No need.
I'm up to par now. And I, like so many other trendy New York knitters, really do enjoy the heat of eyes staring at my hands while I too stare at my hands in hopes of finishing one row and moving on to the next.

To anyone who's reading (and I suppose that's no one right about now) my name is Arin, and I'm in business.