Once upon a time there was a little girl who watched her Aunt, who was visiting her in Alaska, knit. She was amazed and intrigued by the motions and the process of creation. Before long she asked her Aunt to teach her how to knit. So they went shopping. First they went together to Michael’s and found a little kit to knit a teddy bear, and a knitting machine. Then that afternoon they went to the Inua Wool Shop (which is a post all in its own) and picked out some special needles and yarn. That night we made our first stitches.
It was rather successful, the little girl, barely 7, took to knitting like a duck takes to water. Well after about a day of practicing. In fact for a whole day we went with out her Nintendo DS as she found the knitting much more magical.
But then her Aunt, who was used to being in the Central time zone and not 3 hours lagging, couldn’t sleep one morning. And bored, trying to let everyone else sleep, she saw a pair of needles and a beautiful ball of yarn that was purchased at the Inua Wool Shop sitting on the table. Not being a strong willed individual when it comes to yarn the Aunt couldn’t resist. She grabbed the needles and the yarn and cast on for a scarf which was intended for her niece’s step-mother. But then a story had to be born to explain why the yarn had been used. Thus the story of the knitting monkeys.
See in the middle of the night the knitting monkeys come into your house and start your projects for you. That way you can finish them quicker. You rarely see the knitting monkeys as they are very stealthy, and they don’t come every night, just when someone needs extra help. Well the story worked at least in the fact she didn’t get upset that her project had been started, and she knit and knit and knit on it. Over the week her stitches became much more consistent and better and she did very well.
Then the little girl went back to her Nintendo.