Quite by accident today, I came across the first thing I ever knit.
Now, my mother got all fancy and put grosgrain ribbon down the inside fronts and made buttonholes. But a mustardy-olive-y vest with seed stitch (which I have come to dislike doing) accents was my first completed project.
Most people, I guess, start with scarves or dishcloths, Neither my mother, nor my aunts, nor my grandmother (all the knitters I grew up with) ever made dishcloths, strangely enough. When I gave Mama some washcloths, she was amazed at how sturdy they were and how she could scrub with them.
When Hannah learned how to knit, her first project was a stuffed animal. No fear, that one.
Still consumed with the World Cup. Still knitting away to it. Sick and tired of a Bacardi commercial that is being run and run and run and run and run. I used to kind of like rum. Not so much anymore.