(a mix of recent and non recent photos. excuse the underwear. keepin' it real here)
I am not a good knitter. At a stretch I may be an okay one. My mother was not a knitter. Nor my grandmother. But, at the age of 31 and pregnant with my third I was determined to learn. I started off with one of those scarf kits, and with a few pointers one afternoon from my mother-in-law, I was off and away. Or so I thought. That scarf was pretty easy. The dishcloths fun. There have even been a few more complicated projects completed.
But knitting does not seem to come easily to me. I often have to start and re-start a project many times over. And I mean many. Finding out I twisted my stitches in the round twelve rows in. Realising I cast on the wrong number of stitches. Where did those two stitches go?
I often discover a gaping hole after thinking I've correctly picked up a slipped stitch. Obviously not. Losing count of rows. Losing my little dial row counter. Having half a row torn out by curious little fingers. Sometimes I just want to cry. Or a few not so nice words escape me. Sorry kids.
Perhaps I don't have the concentration for it. Perhaps there are just too many distractions going on around me. Or maybe it's just me.
But despite all the pain and occasional bad language I keep knitting. Despite all this I do enjoy it. I find it relaxing when I get into it. I love nothing more than seeing the kids wearing something I created with my own hands. Mistakes and all. And so I keep knitting.
In the sea of clever knitters out there, is there anyone else in this same boat?