Once upon a time I made a sweater. I loved the colors of the yarn. I hated the fact that it was a sack on my body. I knew nothing of gauge or matching the yarn to the project. It was the second thing I ever knit. I learned that yarn has weights and fibers and that those things can make a difference in the success of a project.
Once upon a time I knit a hat out of someone else’s handspun yarn. It had leaves all over it and was a lovely color of orange. It was scratchy because the blend had mohair in it. It made my hands break out in hives. When I tried to wear it, it made my ears break out in hives. I learned that I am sensitive to some fibers and I need to be aware of what yarn will be touching my skin where, because nothing itches quite like hives on your ears.
Once upon a time I made a shawl from laceweight weight cashmere yarn salvaged from a discarded sweater which I bought from a talented dye artists who dyed it ombre golden yellow to orange. I held it doubled. It’s still one of my favorite things I’ve knitted. It taught me the magic of blocking.
I was fearless in those first days of knitting, learning by doing and doing all the wrong things because I didn’t know better. I need to find that adventurous spirit again. I find I’m timid about committing to projects because I don’t want to ruin things.
A little ruination is okay. It’s only yarn, after all.