Knitting

Yesterday I decided to knit a beanie.  I read the pattern, found the needles and picked some gorgeous coloured wools.  I made the beanie in purple, fuschia and bright orange.  That might sound a little mad but it looks amazing.  The only problem was that I used the wrong sized needles.  I did not check whether the needles were a metric or English size.  So after casting on the required number of stitches needed I made not a beanie for myself but one for a tiny little tacker.  I am sure I can find a small child who loves bright colours.  I am thinking of a sort of hippie child who eschews pink or blue and wants to be seen in something trendy.

Tomorrow I am teaching my nephew to knit so I need to put these teething troubles behind me.  I will not engender confidence if I cannot even make myself a beanie that fits.  The first thing he will get to knit will be a scarf.  I hate knitting scarves, they take forever and they are boring.  However, I will let him use all sorts of coloured wool so it won't be an onerous task.  I am sure he will take to knitting like a duck to water.  One thing I have in abundance is knitting wool.  Every colour you can think of and all of it in large quantities.

So tomorrow I will use either larger needles or cast on many more stitches and actually make myself a beanie that I can be proud of.  I will display it for Colin so he will see that his favourite Aunty is brilliant and I will not mention my hiccup in the beanie making stakes.  I hope that he does not think that he will learn everything about knitting in one day and does not become disheartened with all the boring practice that knitting takes before one masters it.  I am looking forward to teaching him and I am pleased that he wants to learn.  It makes up for the fact that the child of my loins gave up on her knitting career because she couldn't master it in only an hour.  Knitting is for patient people; clearly my child is not.