Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Only Begotten Knitter

It started with Ian pestering me: "When can I learn to spin on the wheel? When? Can we do it now?"

I pulled out some pencil roving from Custom Woolen Mills, and after he had spun up some singles, we set the twist and wound it into a ball. Ian started knitting.

He knit until bedtime, and I said, "Time to put it away," and he replied,
"Just one more row? Please?"

At which point I broke out in an evil cackle (which freaked everyone out, even the dog), knowing above all that he has now become... my only begotten knitter.