My name is Andrea, and I am an addict. A knitting addict. I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.
I think knitting should count as exercise. I love it. Even though it makes my wrists hurt. Basically I am obsessed. I can’t stop. If I go too long between stitches, I become unreasonably grouchy. Just ask my husband. I am fairly certain I qualify for Knitting Addict Rehab.
It is that bad.
This is my life. My knitted life. I use this space to share my dreams for myself as a knitter and a woman who, like so many of you, aspires to do it all. And succeed. While I persevere, everything always takes longer than I hope. My dreams are big, yet my accomplishments are often somewhere in the middle. I suppose this makes me a Real Person.
I am mom to one little man, wife to one big man, and happily living a quiet life in the sticks. I ache for a day with 26 hours so I can finally catch up on life. When I am not knitting, I am doing dishes. Or I am out gardening in the yard. Anyone who ever told you gardening was something other than pulling weeds all the time was lying.
I started knitting just for fun during college in 1997, and I still have so much to learn. I find solace in knitting. It soothes me and stiches me back together somehow. There is joy in knowing knitting is a language that unites millions of people across the planet.
We are all in it together. This is my life ethos.
I started designing in 2013, after the birth of my son who I love even more than knitting. I am determined to succeed. They say (or perhaps Oprah said) people who succeed in life apply themselves to what they love. So apply myself to knitting, I have.
I loath winter. My daydream (especially on cold, rainy days) is to move to a tropical island and open a yarn shop. Drink mojitos. Call it good. I encourage other knitters residing in frigid locales to do the same. Let’s start a nation of knitters, somewhere warm and pleasant. We can ship fuzzy mittens back home to our less fortunate friends and knit ourselves nice, lace weight tees in bright colors.