It is interesting how something learned in childhood seems to stick around in our mind forever. Things learned later in life sometimes turn out to be wrong. No big deal. I re-learn and go on. But something learned before I knew I was learning it is very different. It took me a long time to convince myself that I can make nice things. As a child I had low muscle tone and was a lefty. So when I could not sew or embroider or knit like all other kids in first grade I was pronounced hopeless. The teacher told my Mom that I have two left hands and I was advised to develop my intellectual capabilities.
So I did not try to make anything crafty for 20 years.
Then, when my Doctor recommended crochet as a cheep occupational therapy I re-learned crochet. That started my yarn addiction and the rest is history.
Another axiom I learned as a child in Russia was that we do not do bright. Pastels are wonderful! Earth tones are gorgeous. Beiges and greys are sophisticated. We did not do much black and whites. White was for weddings and underwear and black was reserved for funerals. Of course, when I moved to N.Y. I realized that it is mandatory for every New Yorker to wear black as much as possible, including the weddings.
Bright colors are whole other story. I have kind of managed to avoid them, telling myself that I really love pastels. The truth is I do. But I love bright colors even more. Deep jewel tones, sunny yellows and pumpkin oranges. I love even crazy neon colors. Not on me, But I like them.
With this in mind I decided to go bright. As in eye- popping.
What do you think of this new project. I have mixed two colors of my favorite Swish Superwash by Knit Picks in Parrot and Lotus to make pants for DD #4. So far I am loving every moment of knitting them.
P.S. But I am not ready for red. Had an overdose of it growing up. After all, it was the one and only “officially bright” color.