I have had the idea for this blog for a long time. I am technically challenged. My son is in the IT business and says he would have to write me the ID ten T ticket (ID10T). Hopefully, this will be less challenging moving forward.
This will probably be the most serious that I get. I joined the Navy when I was eighteen. I have PTSD due to a service connected trauma….well, actually several traumas. I was sexually assaulted and hospitalized with a concussion and cracked ribs. The Navy chose not to investigate and had me sign a form that I would not pursue an investigation while I was still in the hospital. Later, just before I was due to be transferred to the west coast, a civilian held a gun on me and a friend after we had gone to dinner and my transfer was held up because of his trial. I was then transferred to Washington, DC, rather than the state of Washington, where one night on leaving my job in downtown DC, I was witness to a person being stabbed to death in the car in front of me after the killer had tried to enter my car, but I had kept my doors locked.
Knitting is my ‘service dog’. I also am ADD. I have always taken solace in the action of knitting. I was always a ‘meat and potatoes’ knitter, knitting hats and scarves for homeless, preemie caps, chemo caps, etc. Looking for new patterns, I went on YouTube. Over to the side were recommendations for podcasts. Curious, I clicked on my first podcast…..”Grocery Girls Knit”………..and I was hooked.
They are two Canadian sisters who are talented knitters. They are funny, a little naughty……..gotta love Jodi’s irreverence. She is like I am….no filter between brain and mouth. Her sister, Tracie, can kick it with the best of them, too. It was love at first sight. They have brought me out of my knitting comfort zone and continue to challenge me while supporting and enabling my knitting addiction. They are tremendously popular. If I were ever to meet them I would be a giggling hot mess….a real fan girl.
I retired in 2015, from Cirque du Soleil/La Nouba, in Orlando, and moved to North Carolina. There are no yarn shops within an hour’s ride from me. There ARE two big box stores and a Walmart for commercial yarns. There is no knitting community, no one to play with. Jodi and Tracie became my knit night group, expanding to include their favorite podcasters, designers and indie dyers and others I discovered. They are my Tribe.
This blog will be about my journey with them, stepping out of my comfort zone, discovering myself, knitting, crochet, books, podcasters, dyers and yarn, whatever shows up in the day, and coffee.