Needles, Yarn, and Other Paraphernalia: A Report on the Addictive Qualities of Knitting
Friday I gave Valerie a few brief knitting lessons. She called me Sunday to say she was having a few problems so we got together again Monday to set her on the right track. She started knitting a scarf out of red chenille, like the one I made for her. She finished it by Tuesday evening, just in time to take to her cousin in Philadelphia, whom she will be visiting for the next week. I'm so proud of her.

One thing that troubles me about all this teaching people to knit stuff is that everyone I've taught - both Jenny and Valerie - has gotten horribly addicted to it. I wish I could say that I didn't know that it would prove so engrossing and addictive for them, but I do know, because I'm an addict myself. It's not that I think it's bad for people - I think knitting is a wonderful hobby... but, still, I kind of feel like a crack dealer.