And this girl's gotta knit socks. When she first asked me to help her start this project, my instinct was to say no. Then The Yarn Harlot's words sounded in my ear, "Five year old Danish children can do it", so why can't my seven year old daughter? I've learned not to underestimate Avery. Last year when I taught her to knit, I cast on for her. Several months later she asked me to show her how to cast on, and she declared it was easy and she could cast on forever. In fact, sometimes I catch her casting on, ripping it off the needles, and casting on again. I thought casting on might be difficult for her, but it's become one of her favorite past times.So, she cast on 24 stitches, I helped her divide and join the stitches between two pairs of circular needles, taught her how to purl, and she began ribbing. Just like that. What I could not do until I was 30 she was doing at 7. I attempted to convince her to make a pair of tube socks for her sock monkey, but she is adamant about turning a heel.
Avery told me she was "born to purl". I should put that on a t-shirt for her. I do not enjoy purling myself, so she has offered to do the ribbing on my socks. I think she just wants to use my Addi Turbo needles, which she declared "way better" than her Susan Bates needles. What a dynamic knitting duo we make. The other morning we sat together, each knitting our own socks, listening to the first KnitPicks podcast. It is an immeasurable joy to share an ancient craft and current passion with my favorite girl. Now I know how my mom must have felt when I learned to knit some twenty-odd years ago.