Hey, hey, what can I do

Temperatures stayed on the chilly side today, so for the first time this season I wore long sleeves. I'm going to have to remember how to knit with those. After three days away from the needles, I picked them back up and kept getting them snagged in my sleeves. It didn't help that I felt like I was knitting in slow motion while parked at knit night. The week was catching up with me, and I could feel myself fading earlier than usual. Plus, I needed to get home to watch the Vice-Presidential debate and test whether or not my head would explode. (And in a really nerdy way I wanted to see the venue because I've broadcast basketball from there.)

I showed off the first sock of the pair at the gathering and was particularly gratified when a non-knitter expressed amazement at what I'd done. (Using four dpns makes it look incredibly complicated.) To be sure, I appreciated the other knitters' compliments. Such words make me feel like I can pass for a knitter. The opinion of a non-knitter, though, reminded me of how mysterious this whole knitting thing can be to those who don't do it.

It was a little less than two years ago that I began to have knitting demystified. I wasn't sure if I could do it. Looking back, it seems like a silly attitude to have held, but that too reveals how far I've come. I wouldn't put my current skill level any farther than beginner--maybe advanced beginner if I'm feeling generous--but I've come quite a ways. Who'da thunk it?