Oh... how I loathed knitting. As a little girl I would sit watching my grandmother with such envy as she would perform this ritualistic wrist dance that entranced the needles and this motion would somehow create all these fantastic garments. With my tiny hands I would grab the needles and somehow the magic spell would ware off and the needles refused to work, in my hands those balls of yarn would turn into a chaotic knotted mess.
After much bubbling...and trouble... I got the knick knack of those needles and I became a menace.. Knitting everything and anything in my way, including my son, elastic bands and whatever I could get my hands on.
As my family questioned my sanity... I began to question their insanity. Why not knit I say? Why the hell not?
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