My grandmother taught me to knit when I was 4 (probably as a way of keeping me quiet, poor woman) and I remember spending hours making horrible, bright red, acrylic place mats on these humongous wooden needles the dog had chewed - they were full of holes and splinters. Come to think of it, I’m not sure why I didn’t give up then and there. I like to knit and dye and spin. I do my own designing and rarely follow patterns as written (my mom says for me “a pattern is just a good excuse for an argument”). I fear I’m kind of one of those kill joy types at group knitting events who’s way more into the knitting part than the social part.
I was born and raised in New England and currently my family lives in the South. We hope to fix this eventually.
Update 2016 - we fixed it! Back in New England.