I bought a kid's book on knitting. Yep. You read right. A kiddie book because it had pictures and simple to read words that made more sense than the book next to it. While I don't have plans to knit anything beyond this purse, I refuse to go down in defeat. Two stupid sticks are not going to win this battle. I will burn them after the purse is done though. Or give them to my kids as swords.
Between my sister, this book and some botched up attempts I can get ONE entire row done without the chains falling off. Woo Hoo! I tried a row two and my coordination failed on me. I lost everything. I went off and sulked. It's safer that way. Someone might get stabbed if I didn't.
My son has seen my attempts over the past couple of days and asked if he could try. In true teenager form, he said, "It can't be that hard Mom". I handed him the yarn and the needles and he started playing with them. I grabbed the book and he flipped through the pages and started to try the first part. He started laughing hysterically as he awkwardly tried to make the loops for casting on. I showed him how and I got out my other set of needles to show him how to do it.
He finally figured out how to do the casting on. Then I tried to show him the hard part; the knit stitch. He did great getting the needle under the yarn and then taking the yarn between the needles. It's the last part that gets us both and our attempts were pathetic. We started laughing hysterically and lost all our loops. We'd get started again, get a couple of them to work and lose the next one. Sigh. The two of us are hopeless. No kitting championship for either of us.
The 15 minutes of mother/son bonding has been wonderful though. Take full advantage of it when when they willingly give it to you.

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