My mother sort of taught me how to knit. She learned from her grandmother.
I started out with a very plain blueish colored yarn, trying to knit something simple like a potholder. Needless to say, some rows mysteriously gained or lost a stitch or whatever one calls it.
It looks very uneven.
I was hoping to be able to use this lovely soft cashmere like fuzzy purple yarn to knit a scarf, but I guess I have a few more things to learn before I can use that.
*sigh* I guess I should find my yarn bag and resume making my terrible excuse for a potholder (I am ashamed to admit that I didn't finish it yet). Well, it goes under the pot, so I guess no one will notice the missing and extra stitches. That is, until the pot is taken off.
Knit one, peal two. Knit one, pearl two. -_____-
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