I have finally taken the step towards relearning the fine art of knitting. It wasn’t as easy as others thought it would be. One Elder thought I would pick it up straight away with the needles in my hands, well I didn’t.
Needles in hand and wool at the ready, I used a YouTube starters video to watch. Casting on was terrible, I ended up with wool everywhere but none on the needle.
My son stepped in and helped me, he spend about an hour showing me and taking me step by step through it, taking the wool when it didn’t want to do what I wanted.
First problem was that I used to knit left handed, but now I can’t, so we tried again, right handed, it felt awkward and strange, but we made it through.
I started of with 20 stitches on the needle.
I have dropped some and added others, it’s a lot harder than I remember. Sometimes I seem to go alright and others I stop and have to remember what the steps are.
But that’s okay, I will eventually get it down pat, one day I will be able to knit like I used to and not have to pay attention to every step, I will be able to sit back and watch TV while the click clack of the needles goes merrily along.
I’m rather proud of myself, it might not look much to you, but to me it is a triumph over the tumour in my brain.