So anyway I quit about....6 years ago. I've faltered here and there but all and all I quit cold turkey and I pretty much owe it all to knitting. The Christmas of the year I quit, I knitted 12 hats for kids aged 8-16 who were tenants of the State, living in a safe house where I worked. I never got a thank you. Meh.
I am just thankful that I had some 12 people to knit for because as Dar Williams puts it "So big surprise, I just stopped smoking, yeah, laaadeeeda now don't remind me, I think I'm going insane"
Three days. That's what it took before I knew it would take. But I had to keep my hands busy. I had also decided to go on the South Beach Diet and lose 30 lbs.
Did I ever mention I enjoy a challenge? Keeps things interesting. I've been accused of creating them and seeking them out. Well it worked. I learned to knit, thanks to my mom (and Debbie Stoller; author of Stitch-n-Bitch) and have never looked back.
I pick it up when I am stressed, anxious, happy, sad, worried, fearful, calm, peaceful or quiet. I take it with me nearly everywhere I go. I am lucky enough to have a husband who sincerely loves my hand knit gifts to him.
I drool over patterns I know I'll never try because I'm way too practical and try desperately to knit something for just about everyone in my life. Not always a good idea (knit tie out of sock yarn? Yeah, don't try it)
I'll never give it up. Almost on a daily basis I thank God for my hands. I hope when I am old and gray I can still use them nearly as well as I can now. They are the one of my brightest blessings.
And if not....anybody know how to knit with your toes? Yeah, I'm all over that.