When I was a little girl, my mother taught me how to knit. Sheâ€™d cast on ten or so stitches for me and we would sit companionably on the sofa doing our knitting. She always made these little sleep sock/booties for us, even when we were older, to keep our feet warm in bed. I never remember her making a big project like a sweater for my father but maybe as a kid I just wasnâ€™t paying attention. As I got older, into my teens, my projects became more ambitious culminating in a sweater for my boyfriend. I hope youâ€™re still wearing it, Tom, because that was a lot of work! But crocheting replaced knitting as the craft of choice, then crewel, cross-stitch, sewing, twisted paper and on and on. For the longest time, I havenâ€™t really done any craft at all. But today when Ryan and I went shopping, we decided to get some yarn and knit scarves. Ryan is a very competent craft person. (I thought about saying that she was very crafty but that would have sounded pejorative.) Amazingly, I still I have some muscle memory about how to knit. I guess itâ€™s a little like riding a bike. Will I have time to blog with all the knitting? Weâ€™ll see, knit one, purl one, knit oneâ€¦â€¦â€¦.