My name is Stephanie. I like to knit. I also like to crochet, but having spent a childhood, actually a lifetime thus far since she still does it, swaddled in the many crocheted blankets created by my grandmother almost exclusively in Red Heart Super Saver, though perhaps some Caron Simply Soft or One-Pouder every now and then for spice, crochet has picken up the kind of stigma where I find it delightful, just not as practical. Perhaps, that's the point. It's not supossed to be practical. It is frivolous, then again, so are a pair of knitted cashmere wristwarmers.
Anyway, since grandma still churns out quite a few afghans each winter, I have nominated myself the family knitter, and sealed my throne by knitting everyone a scarf for christmas last year, many out of Cascade 220. I still have a lot of Cascade 220. I bought entirely too much, so this holiday season even more people will enjoy the knitted warmth of this wool that never seems to run out. I'm also the only on who knits. Great-Grandma, that crafty and thrifty Lithuanian soul, tried to teach grandma how to knit, but she just couldn't get her stitches right. Sometimes, neither can I.