Picky Pants

Years and years ago, my mom taught me how to knit. Just knit, nothing fancy, not even a purl. She tried to teach me those things, but I resisted. I watched her knit, and heard her talk about counting stitches and rows, and after all that, having to rip out big chunks of work when she noticed a mistake. I swore I had no interest in ever following a pattern, it seemed like way too much work.

Then one day, just before Christmas, I was reading SouleMama's blog, and I saw these. Picky pants. I don't know if it was just the yummy baby toes in the last picture (I am a sucker for those, after all), but for whatever reason I wanted them. Mya needed them. I could not get them out of my head. I told mom (maybe 10 days before Christmas?) that she needed to knit them for Mya as a Christmas present. I was only half joking. Finally, I caved. I bought the pattern. I learned how to knit for real. I had mom and Kathy at the ready to answer questions, and I discovered that YouTube has an endless number of knitting how-to videos. Since I tended to knit late at night, that was mostly how I learned.

I got all the way down to the crotch of the pants, it took me three late nights of knitting. I showed them to Luis, and he asked why they were twisted. I told him they just looked twisted on the needles, but they would be fine once I took them off. Then I looked again. I was wrong. They were completely twisted around themselves, and I had to rip the whole thing out. I didn't touch them again for almost two days. It took me about a week to finish after I started up again.

Mya was nice enough to model them for me today, I love them!