Since I knitted my first stitch under the perfectionist, critical eye of my grandma, I've longed for the relaxing click of needling my own hats, scarves, and afghans. When my grandma and I were both too frustrated to continue, she gave me her extra copy of the vintage how-to book from which she learned. I put my needles away until recently. On a chilly weekend afternoon while Bubba and the kids watched King Kong, I picked up my knitting again. I was so proud when I finally figured out how to "cast on". By the time King Kong was breathing in the chloroform, I was attempting to "bind off" a Barbie sized scarf.
I failed miserably at my binding attempt. With renewed knitting gusto, I scoured youtube for knitting help the next morning. What I discovered was beyond depressing. While I had knot after stitch of colored yarn on my needles, most (if not all) of the stitches are wrong.
My goal as a future knitter is to make each of my kids an afghan to take with them when they leave home. I have twelve years. Maybe by then, I'll be able to figure out all this mess.