Go Back to Your Knitting Everyone

A yarn sale at Hobby Lobby is just about as exciting as a sale at Forever 21.  And of course, since I am not 80 years old, watching Wheel of Fortune and knitting- people make fun of me daily for loving to knit.

I started out crocheting...but that didn't work out to well. Everything I made seemed to get smaller and smaller. When I first started to knit, a friend of mine made me chopsticks and decorated them with feathers to make my fake knitting needles appear to be more credible.

My relationship with knitting dwindled as I got older but we seemed to rekindle our friendship when I decided to use all the yarn I had to make a blanket. I wanted to get rid of all of the mountains of yarn I had, and what better way than to make a blanket. I worked on it little by little and a year later, I finally finished my first blanket. When it was done I discovered it was kind of ridiculously big. It covered my parents kingsize bed and still had some hanging off the edge.

Through the year it took to make this blanket, friends wanted me to knit them blankets too. So, if they bought the yarn I would make them a blanket. My first customer was a 6"4 boy. Soooo....I had to make his blanket just as big. I have made five blankets over the years big and small, tons of scarves, bracelets, and also a few hats that turned out more like yamakas.

My great grandmother has always been a crocheter, so when she died, she gave me all of her yarn and her knitting basket. And this last year, I have been making a blanket out of her yarn, in memory of her.
The picture below is a picture of the first blanket I ever knitted.

Memah Probz

I guess the most polite way to start would be with some kind of introduction. So- hi, my name is Hannah and I am nineteen years young. I am an avid knitter, baker, and artist. I learned to knit in about the seventh grade on chopsticks. I fell in love with these delicious eating utensils that I was disguising as knitting needles.

My journey to become the youngest grandma with no grandkids escalated as I experimented with some baking. Honestly... I was terrible. My parents endured brownies accidentally made with olive oil instead of vegetable oil. They were able to eat the crumbly wonders of my chocolate chip biscuits that I claimed were cookies. And although I knew that the food was terrible, they silently suffered until I finally understood the concept of a measuring cup.  

When I went to college, it took me a few months before I worked up the courage to bring my knitting basket to school. In high school, people would joke and call me a grandma as I knitted in class, so moving to a new state and a new school, I really wanted to veer from the grandma reputation. However, that didn't last long. I soon gained the nickname "Memah" by two people who saw me knitting and received the "crazy grandma" award from my sisters in Tridelta. I have just decided to accept this. I am nineteen year old Memah...

I guess the moral of the most brief summary of my life that I could give you is, behind my sweet smile is a goofy weirdo who can't wait to make...something.

(This is a six layer s'more cake I saw on Pinterest, two layers of brownie, two layers of cookie cake, two layers of cheesecake, marshmallow filling, also with a graham cracker layer.)