There were so many things I didn’t know when I took up knitting.
I didn’t know I was going to need umpteen-million needles, or notions, or project bags.
I didn’t know I was going to need a digital camera.
I didn’t know I was going to buy so much yarn I’d have to stop teasing my mother about her fabric habit.
I didn’t know that I’d find myself surrounded by expectant mothers, who would cry over hand knit baby sweaters.
I didn’t know that knitting could make me laugh, or cry.
I didn’t know that lifelong friends could be found on the internet, when the only things we had in common to begin with were computers and a yarn habit.
I didn’t know that knitting makes an overbooked doctor’s office seem like a wonderful opportunity to get a few rounds in on a sock.
I didn’t know that it’s possible to take longer to decide which projects to take with me on vacation than it is to decide about the clothes I’m going to wear when I get there.
I didn’t know I could lose yarn in my own house. (Yeah, still looking for that darned stuff)
I didn’t know that I’d go shoe shopping one day with the express purpose of finding shoes to show off my hand knit socks.
Anybody else? What didn’t you know when you took up knitting?