I have always preferred to use quality tools. Tools that are well made and I know will last me for years. I also like a good yarn as much as the next person, but I absolutely can not STAND yarn snobs. Now before you yarn lovers out there get mad at me, let me give you my definition of a yarn snob. To me a yarn snob is someone who is insulting to others just because they choose to use a yarn that is inexpensive.
 
I was thinking today about how most of my knitting time is in public. When I’m at home I’m usually cleaning, but I have been making it a point to get to the school a half an hour before the kids get out so I have time to sit and knit. I was also thinking about how most of my experiences of knitting in public has been positive, children are fascinated by it and there are a couple of parents who seam to enjoy watching me knit as well.
 
But not every knitting in public experience has been good. There is one time that stands out to me quite a bit and still upsets me when I think about it. Except in this instance it wasn’t me knitting in public, it was someone else. It happened when I was a teenager living in Hollywood. I was married to an abusive alcoholic who in an effort to control me separated me from my family (which is why I was in Hollywood) and would not allow me to have a drivers license. (I fooled him though, I figured out how to use the bus system there) I also worked a full time job for minimum wage while my drunk of a husband sat at home drinking up my paycheck. (which he stole on a regular basis, including the money I set aside to do laundry with)
 
My great grandmother had taught me how to crochet when I was 4 in an effort to help me deal with the loss of my mother. I remembered how much being able to crochet had helped me so I decided to pick it up again. At that time it was hard for me to even afford a few plastic crochet hooks and I often had to scrape up change to be able to buy some red heart super saver yarn, but it was worth it because just the simple act of crocheting helped me soooo much.
 
One day I was on my way to work and when I got to my bus stop there was a woman sitting there knitting. I thought what a wonderful idea! (I had never seen someone knit in public before) I sat down on the bench next to her and I noticed how beautiful her yarn was. It was the kind of yarn that at that time I could only dream about. Well me being me I told her how lovely I thought her yarn was. I said "I hope I can get some that nice one day" I was going to leave it at that. Content to just sit there and watch her knit, but things turned ugly. She suddenly became another creature entirely. She glared at me and said "If you can’t afford to buy good yarn, you shouldn’t even bother. All your doing is wasting your time, because anything you make is only good enough for the trash" The way she said it was just so  hate full!
 
What the heck!! She didn’t know me! She had never seen my work!! What the H E double hockey sticks made her think she had the right to say something like that to me!
 
Don’t get me wrong. When it came to knitting the woman was no slouch, but I’ve seen old women knit and crochet with acrylic yarn who had more talent in there little finger than she did in her entire body! I mean the woman was good, but she wasn’t THAT good. Most certainly not good enough to be that tacky to a complete stranger who had never done anything other than make the mistake of being nice to her. I don’t care if she was a professional knitter, she had no right to insult and try to discourage me from knitting or crocheting!
 
To her knitting was all about the end product. The end product is only PART of why I knit or crochet. The whole reason I hand knit instead of machine knit or pay someone else to knit for me, is because I enjoy the process! To me you aren’t a REAL hand knitter unless you are able to truly appreciate the process a creating something with only yarn and a couple of sticks. Also a REAL knitter would NEVER try to discourage ANYONE from knitting. REAL knitters love there craft and want to encourage others to learn so the craft doesn’t die.
 
Ok, that’s my two cents.
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