When does one grow up as a knitter?
Maybe coming of knitting age could be defined as a knitter’s transition from innocence to knowledge. The stage at which this transition takes place probably varies, as does the nature of the transition. But perhaps we all have a moment of clarity, a realisation that something has changed, and that we are now real, grown up knitters.
For some, it may be their first experience ripping back an entire item to get rid of an error in the first inch. Or just because they think they could do it better. For others, it could be the first time they realised that a knitting pattern is just a guide, and that modifying it for fit, or just because they want to, will make it even better.
I am pretty sure that taking a stance on dpns or circulars for knitting in the round, and having Very Good Reasons why your choice is best is a true sign of a grown up knitter. Let alone having opinions, based on trial and error, about whether and when a magic loop is better than using two circulars, and knowing exactly what length cable is best for any given in-the-round project…
Sometimes others may recognise your new status as a grown up knitter before you do yourself. The first time someone you know asks if you can do something ‘once you’ve finished your row’ is just such a moment, and should probably be marked.
Today I’ve reached a cairn as a sock knitter. My first ever sock blockers have arrived – a lovely, handcrafted, wooden pair. You see, nothing less would do.