Ten years ago today, I started The Twisted Yarn with this post. I didn’t know whether anyone would read it, let alone like it. Perhaps the Internet would take one look and burst into guffaws of derision. I didn’t know where this yarny journey might lead, but I needed to chatter about knitting, and if I could make anyone smile along the way, so much the better. I’d only returned to knitting the year before, inspired by my wonderful friend whom I met when she was frustratingly-briefly posted to the ward where I then worked. Around this time, one of the twinnage suffered a near-fatal head injury (aged two) and knitting was a worthy distraction from worry as he recovered. He’s fine now, thank goodness, but there was therapy to be had in forming stitch after stitch after comforting stitch in yarn. (Yarnery was also a comfort when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Thank goodness for yarn… and modern medicine.) To celebrate this day, there probably ought to be cake.
Patient long-term readers will recognise this cake from my very first blogiversary, when the Stoic Spouse commissioned this delicious beauty as a celebration. Yes, I wheel the same photos out year after year… but it was a fine and delicious cake, and for some strange reason my husband has not spent his hard-won time and money commissioning cakes any time since (other than this rather wonderful birthday creation).
As it happens, this is also my 500th blog post, which feels medium-crazy because HOW many hours have I spent trying to make you lot laugh? And knit? And laugh whilst knitting? And knit whilst laughing? And laugh whilst laughing? Seriously, I should probably get a hobby. Any ideas?
You, lovely reader, are the reason that I keep chattering away on here, and I’m grateful for your loyal readership and comments. Some of you – yes I recognise your names – have been here for years and years, and for that feat of dogged endurance, I salute you. Please award yourselves a day off because you’ve suffered enough.
When I began drafting this post (by hand in a notebook, as always) I pontificated pompously about all the wonderful opportunities that have followed from this little blog. But then I stood back and thought – not for the first time this year or even this hour – “Twisted, you sound like a smugly self-satisfied knob. Just stop it.” So I’ll try not to turn this post into some kind of CV (translation: resume for US readers).
But I will say that yarny people (that’s you) are the best people. You’re creative and colourful, witty and wise. It’s an honour to be part of the knitting and crochet community. One thing I’m happy to shout about is that blogging here has led to half a dozen wonderful real-life friendships. (For example, a reader recognised my description of our eccentric postman and realized that we live in the same village in south Oxfordshire. She’s now a treasured friend and the reason that this website is generally functional.)
I don’t know where we go from here. Tiktok has maybe stolen the crown of social media, but I’m not much of a video person. I like to read stuff and look at stuff. Perhaps I’m a dinosaur. But regardless of whether or not there are enough of us dinosaurs, thank you from the bottom of my cold old heart for reading this blog. May your yarn never tangle and your stitches never deviate from gauge.