A bit of Homework

Even though I have been home from Camp Knitty ha Ha for two weeks, it feels as though it was a lifetime ago. It was a wonderful experience and I can't wait to repeat it again next year. So much information was dispersed by some truly fantastic instructors. I felt honored the entire week with the opportunity to sit under their tutelage. I only hope that the impression I left them with was one of an ideal student. Quick with understanding and completely immersed in what they were saying. It will take more than this post to share everything, so I ask you now to indulge me with multiple listings. I promise they will start to come quicker now that laundry is somewhat caught up. I will begin with pre-camp knitting. 

So without further ado, I present to you my homework assignment. The assignment was to write a story to go with a knitted creation in a crustaceous theme. (Bonus points if it is 'crab' related.) The creation was to be knit with a 'mini-skein' of yarn weighing approximately 3 grams. We were to utilize our entire 'supplied' package of homework and three sock techniques. 

My techniques were: 1. a toe-up cast on, 2. increases for a toe box, 3. a three needle bind-off. I did short rows as well and decreases for shaping. (Bonus points for me.) 

Here is my story:

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She loved the water. She liked to swim, splash, and just be near it. She dreamed of one day becoming a mermaid and living forever in the water. 

As she grew up, people would tell her, "There's no such things as mermaids." But the little girl knew they were wrong. She just needed to find one.

One day, the little girl was no longer the 'little' girl for she had given birth to her own 'little' girl, and told her stories of mermaids and taught her how to swim, splash, and just be near the water. 

It was on one of those days, the new 'little' girl made a discovery. As she had been near the water, just being, that she heard a familiar yet distinct sound. It was not the sound of the birds singing or the sound of the crickets chirping or the sound of the wind rustling or the sound of the water gently lapping the rocks. It was the sound of 'clicking.'

'Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Tap. Tap. Tappity. Tap.' This puzzled the 'little' girl. She knew all the sounds her area made. Here was a new yet completely familiar sound. Where had she heard that sound before?

The 'little' girl began to look in the grasses. No, just the crickets. She walked under the rustling tree limbs. No, just the wind. She walked onto the small boat dock. No, just the water lapping against its boards. But, WAIT! What was that noise? The little girl could hear it louder. 

'Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Tap.' 

The sound wasn't coming from on top of the dock. The 'little' girl looked into the boat. Nothing in there but the oars. The little girl looked under the dock. No, but the sound started to get even louder. Where was it coming from? 

As the 'little' girl turned to look back on the shore, she found what she was looking for, the source of all that 'clicking.'

For on a rock, at the edge of the water, sat a little blue crab. And in his claws were two little needles. The NEEDLES were causing the 'click. Click. Click.' The little blue crab was knitting. He was knitting a tiny little sock. For a mermaid.