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I've become an old abuela!  I have taken up a new hobby and it's something I never thought I would love this ardently.  I now knit.  I've even conjured up a knitting group.  Our inaugural "Knit and Bitch" session was last Monday.  It's hard to believe my hobby was once life's necessity.  That a mother of pioneer days would have to spin up the wool of little bo-peep into thin or thick yarn to make her sons' winter sweater.  The very sweater that would keep him warm through the harsh Canadian winters.  I never thought I'd get such satisfaction seeing my hands work on the shoulders of a proud mother.  

Terms such as "Casting on" or "Purl" which at first seemed utterly foreign to me have now became the common vernacular.  It's a lovely hobby that if I had to choose only one word to describe it would be patience.  You need a lot of it.  Patience to learn, patience to see the work through and patience to teach.  The reward?  Wooly comfort! 

Yours in the garter stitch,

N.