Mike met up with Pixeldiva today and they headed to the LYS in London to pick up some Colinette for me. (Yeah!) Mike told me when he called this morning that he was going to get some yarn and needles so she could teach him to knit too. She has a lot more experience then I do with teaching others to knit, so I knew she would be the perfect teacher for him.
He bought his own Debbie Bliss Cashmerino chunky yarn, and has a set of 7mm Addi Turbos to knit with.
I got a phone call at about 10 pm tonight – 4 am in London – from Mike. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the giant hotel suite that he has for this trip. He informed me that he had learned how to knit, how to purl, how to cast-on, how to cast-off, had done a yarnover already – by mistake, and he had frogged. He was told that he went from beginner to intermediate within a day, and you can see from the photos just how even his stitches are. I am not surprised, since he is just like me when it comes to things like this, and he will obsess with getting it perfect.
My first comment? “Keep your hands OFF my yarn stash!” (To which he laughed.)
He said that knitting was $#%@# addicting, and that he almost tripped and fell getting off the tube earlier in the evening because he was so busy studying peoples scarves, trying to figure out how they were made. He says he has now become hypersensitive to knitwear.
I am afraid we may have created a monster. Mwuhahaha!