So I actually went knitting on Monday night. I'm 45 and I was the "youngster" of the group. I soon found out knitting knoweth no age. Vaughn (70-something) refreshed my aging mind on how to do a basic chain stitch, and then reviewed the directions with me on how to knit a dish cloth.
2 rows and 10 minutes later:
Me: Vaughn, something doesn't look right!
Vaughn: Here, you're holding the left hook wrong.
10 rows and 45 minutes later:
Me: Vaughn, something doesn't look right!
Vaughn: Hmmm. I'm not sure what you did (proceeds to rip out a row and re-knit it for me in 10 seconds flat).
15 rows and 1 hour later:
Me: Vaughn, something doesn't look right!
Vaughn: Maybe you dropped a stitch. That hole shouldn't be there (proceeds to rip out 3 rows and re-knit a row in another 10 seconds flat).
0 rows and 1 minute later:
Me: (relieved to be put out of my misery) Oh look! It's 9:00 already and I have a 30 minute drive home! Thank you SO much for all your help!
Vaughn: Yes, we'll have another knitting night soon!!
I can hardly wait....
Through it all I've come to realize why God placed me in the 21st century. If He had placed me back just 2 centuries ago, I'd be scrubbing dried gunk off my pans with my fingernails, and my children would be running around naked. I thank Him for WalMart and the mall. I WILL finish my dishcloth. I will try another. But if I get anymore holes, I'm leavin' them in to have a place to hang the dang thing on the hook to dry.
One of many dresses that didn't make the cut.
My Sunshine
My new little granddaughter, Addison
She's 4 weeks old here
About Me
- Mostly Sunny
- I've survived (with very little bruising) an older sister and brother, raising 4 teenagers, and growing up in NJ. I've recently become a mother-in-law, twice, AND a grandma! My granddaughter Addison was born July 21. I'm a daughter of The King who reminds me daily of His unfailing love for me. He gives my life purpose and joy. I'm eternally grateful that He called me to be His own and do His will. I'm especially grateful that He's patient with me, picking me up when I stumble in my walk with Him.
2 comments:
Sounds like my first lesson! LOL My mil taught me. She has a friend she dubs her "Knitting Doctor" who she calls for each snag she runs into. That poor woman must be badgered constantly by my sweet mil! ;)
I've heard that learning to knit as an adult is MUCH harder than learning as a child. My 9yo just learned a few months ago and she caught on SO fast and has done much better than I have!
Just keep going...when you make a mistake, just plod through it. When you finish it, it'll look hysterical, but it will be DONE and you'll always be able to look on it with a mixture of affection and hate and think, "That was my first knitting creation."
Embroidery is much more fun.:)
Okay, who do you know who comments on your blog in Italian?!
You didn't get the knitting gene. I didn't either. Everything I've ever tried to knit came out looking like something the cat hacked up.
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