Incoherent Scribblings

About three or four years ago I taught myself to knit, but I am just not a knitter.

Don’t get me wrong: I was very excited about knitting at first and even made two or three dishcloths, but then I stopped because knitting frustrated me.

I was (obviously) a novice and I knew that as a novice I would never get better unless I worked at it, but for some reason I couldn’t summon the patience that is needed to actually practice. I couldn’t help it: Whenever I sat down to knit the only thing I could think of was how much good cross stitching time I was wasting.

During my short stint with the knitting needles I actually got pretty good at knitting and purling, but honestly I got bored; it just felt so repetitive. I was OK with knitting a dishcloth because it was small, but when I thought I was ready to move on to a scarf I got impatient and ended up finishing it as a dishcloth too. It was my dream to one day knit an afghan, but when I realized I couldn’t even finish a scarf, that idea was put on indefinite hold.

Fast forward to this past June.

I was going through a little stitching slump, so I decided to try knitting again. I had some skeins of yarn and some needles that I bought on clearance a couple of years ago, so even though I knew I wouldn’t be making anything spectacular, I figured I could at least try again to knit a scarf. For about four days I knitted. Everything was looking nice and I thought I had a good length of scarf started. I was proud of myself. But then I got busy and all my knitting things got put away. I practically forgot about the scarf.

However, last night I began thinking about it again and tonight I dug it out from the bottom of the closet. Unfortunately, upon examining the “scarf” I realized that I wasn’t nearly as far along as I thought I was and my knitting wasn’t nearly as neat as I had remembered. I was so disappointed by the whole mess that instead of putting more stitches into it or finishing it into a dishcloth, I just ripped it apart, wound the yarn into a ball, and gave it to the cats.

After all, you can’t call it an UnFinished Object if there is no object to start with, now can you?