And I’m not apparently. If anything, my adventures in knitting so far have taught me I don’t know how to count nor connect the dots as to what I do wrong when I make an obvious mistake.
My little practice square – in which I took different stitches out for a ride – looks like a potholder made by a kindergartener. A demented kindergartener. Trying out a scarf now in a ribbed pattern. Only had to rip it apart and start over twice now. And it still has issues although they are getting fewer as I go along. Sheesh.
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