My Embarrassing Knitting Story - Knitting in the Park

And Two Supportive Women Who Probably Don’t Know How Much They Actually Helped Me

Today I’m back on the blog with a bit of a silly but endearing story to share with you. This is my embarrassing knitting story, or one of them I should say. Circa 2010 when I graduated from college was that glorious little recession. Graduating with a marketing degree wasn’t the best situation and I had crappy job after crappy job. One day, one trip we took on a whim, and two supportive women later, this is my embarrassing knitting story:

Story Setting: The Weaver’s Cabin of Harmony

One day my parents suggested that we all pile into the car and drive up to Harmony. If you’re not familiar or have never been, it’s just about the cutest little town that ever was. Historic log cabins and homes line the streets. Small businesses and restaurants dot the town. And nestled along one street is an old historic log cabin. Peak your head inside and you’ll find weaving looms, spinning wheels, and loads of yarn art. It’s my kind of place for sure.

We started our day at the antique store, scoring a dresser that would one day become my son’s. Looking around the corner, my mom laid eyes on The Weavers Cabin and prodded me to check it out. Inside I met Lisel, and her mother. Lisel owns marino sheep. I just learned that Zelie Passavant, daughter of Zelienople founder Baron Dettmar Basse brought the very first merino sheep to the area in the early 1800’s!

The three of us started to exchange stories and I told them how a few of my dreams (school, playing field hockey in college, a number of jobs, a relationship, and a loved one passing) had me in a serious funk. I was most likely depressed. Lisel grabbed a large loosely wound bundle of wool and handed it to me. She charged me to make something with it and bring it back. So I left and hemmed and hawed about what to make. Finding a large crochet hook, I made it into a rug of sorts. But it turned out to be enough to make sort of a large trivet for a platter. I was so proud. So I took it back to her.

Where It Really Get’s Embarrassing

Lisel was so sweet to me. She lauded my work and how beautiful my stitches were. The two placed it where it would be displayed and she encouraged me to keep going. In the top floor of the weavers cabin were the ends that had been cut off of bolts of fabric. These she gave to me to continue crocheting rugs. And I did. I believe they sold a few of them too.

Years later as I continued knitting and this blog had taken off, the realization hit me. What she had handed me was wool to be spun into more workable weights and I just used up so much of it to make something unusable! How bad is my embarrassing knitting story? I have to call Lisel to work with her on another upcoming project and I have a feeling I have to come clean about this!