It started with a knit chicken... I cast on for it in the car one afternoon while riding to town. No one seemed to think it looked like much of anything, which was true. A few days went by, adding the eyes, comb, beak and wattles whenever there were a few quiet moments. I set it on the window sill and forgot about it. Then one afternoon, Luke gave out such a shriek from inside the house, I thought something was seriously wrong. Turns out he thought my chicken was the greatest thing in the whole world and could I teach him to knit one? Um, yeah! Before he could change his mind or lose interest, I found him a pair of needles and a ball of leftover yarn from the chicken I knit. I explained to him that working in the round on double pointed needles may be a little tricky for someone just starting out and showed him the chicken from The Children's Year
. He agreed and within five minutes had cast on for his first project. To say he enjoys knitting is a bit of an understatement. In the last few weeks, I've heard things like; "Mama, have you seen my knitting bag?" "Mama, do you want to come knit at the table with me?" "Mama, can you check my stitches?" Oh, my heart is full.