I learned to knit as a teenager — just the basics, really. Using a pair of needles borrowed from Mom and a motley assortment of her leftovers, I knit myself a garter stitch scarf in white, brown, and salmon pink. Not colors I would have chosen myself, but sometimes you take what you can get!
Having completed my masterpiece, I wore it proudly… a few times. I started another scarf in colors I liked a little better, but I never finished that project.
Some 30 years later I was browsing through an art supplies catalog, feeling vaguely frustrated at my lack of creativity, when I noticed a small wicker basket for sale. It held a knitting starter kit: an instruction booklet, a pair of straight wooden needles, and 6 small balls of cheap day-glo acrylic yarn. I wasn’t too impressed by the materials, but for reasons I’m still not clear on, the basket itself was irresistible!
That was how I finally got back into knitting — much more seriously this time. Nine years later and I’m still addicted to wool. And that small wicker basket now holds most of my knitting tools.