This evening, because I was determined I could do it (and perhaps feeling a bit bored, or ambitious, or adventuresome... the exact details are unclear) I taught myself to knit continental. No, wait, it's cooler than that, I taught myself to knit and purl in continental. It was amazing! Okay, the first two rows of knit were maddening and I wasn't sure I could ever figure it out and I considered chucking the whole thing as I already know one perfectly good way to knit and why could I possibly need to know two. And then I reminded myself of colorwork mittens.... and I stuck out those two knit rows. Then I started a purl row. Or I started a purl stitch. And started it again. And five more times. And decided that there was no way I'd ever need to know this stuff and that there was no way the instructions in Stitch & Bitch could possibly be right. I was also briefly convinced that it simply wasn't possible to purl in continental and that continental knitters were lying about it. Afterall I've never seen them do it, and they do knit in the round perhaps suspicously often, so much so that they get excited about steeks. So I ripped out what I had done, wound the yarn back around the ball, thrust the straight needles I'd scrounged up for the learning experience into the ball of yarn and decided to chuck it for the night.
This didn't sit well. I'm not a quitter. I picked it up again, cast on twenty stitches and worked a row of knit. A bit awkward still, but managable. I could see myself being able to figure it out enough to muddle through some mittens. And on the next row I was going to purl. The whole thing. I wasn't backing down or giving up or anything. I didn't even bother to pull the diagrams back out. I just went for it. And it took about as many tries as the first time, but I watched myself on each try and on that last one it made sense. I don't know how, or why, and it certainly didn't stop feeling strange and completely ungainly, but it did make sense. I awkwardly purled the entire row. And then knit another row, purled another row, knit another row and purled another row. It is absolute magic. Magic!
For anyone reading who doesn't yet know how to knit "with both hands" please don't feel like you can't do it. I understand that you might not want to, but I assure you that you can. You learned to knit. Remember how awkward it was, remember the frustration, and how clumsy you felt, and how sometimes you dropped stitches and missed stitches and had too many stitches.... you may have that again. You'll certainly feel like a new knitter, perhaps even moreso than when you were a new knitter, but you'll get it. You were smart enough to figure out how to knit in the first place, right?
.....and now I'm thinking about ripping out my current BSJ in progress so that I can knit it continental for practice. I may be a touch insane.





