Introduction

I am Victoria, an early 20-something year old who has an obsession (I use the word obsession in a good way, having a B.A. in art, you become accustom to acquiring obsessions) with your hobbies. Specifically knitting and crochet. I seem to be one of the few (correct me if I'm wrong) out there who can and will do both on a regular basis. I am a double-agent, a "critter" if you will - I've spent a lot of time trying to come up with a great term for a combined knitter and crocheter and critter seems to work best.

I feel like I'm an odd version of the yarn artist type. I am not the perfectionist knitter as Adrienne Martini describes in her book Sweater Quest; and although I yearn and fall hopelessly in love with Merino, hand-dyed, silk and mohair (especially mohairs, you tricky devil you) yarns - my most current love being a blue twilight Liberty Wool, I'm still in that starving student stage where I must content myself with acrylic blends from Zellars and one sweet, beginner's purchase of Alpaca from a sweet, little shop in my University town, because I am too cheap and (probably) not worthy enough yet to purchase higher.

Believe me when I say though, this does not stop me from having an incredible stash (partial courtesy of my own grandmother and my boyfriend's grandma trying to clean up their own stashes by unloading it on me. I do not complain. God bless grandmothers.

But I digress.

I write this for all my fellow knitters, crocheters and critters out there, because a critter can never have enough support (and, hopefully, humourous support too) out there that doesn't call her a grandma while asking for a handknit for Christmas all at the same time.