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Nov 14, 2005 22:04

I decided a week or so ago that I wanted to learn to knit. I saw a woman on Metro working on this absolutely gorgeous little hat, and I figured, you know, I can do that. I asked her if it was hard to learn, and told me it was really easy, and relaxing.

She lied, on both counts.

I went to the store. I bought the needles and the yarn the woman who worked there said were best for beginners. I bought several books she recommended. She showed me how to do what she calls 'casting on'. She gave me a smile and a schedule of knitting meetings. Groups of people who get together and knit together. She told me I'd be fine.

She also lied.

My living room is a mess of tangled yarn, some of which may be somewhat damp from when I may possibly have knocked my ginger ale over with the ball or skein, as I'm told I'm supposed to call it. I might have cried over a bit of it too. I'm contemplating poking my left eye out with a knitting needle. Or heading back to that damn store and poking the sales girl's eye out. Either one would be fine, at this point.

And I have absolutely nothing towards a scarf, much less a hat.

Millions of people make millions of garments out of yarn. How is it that all I can make is a mess?
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