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.