KNITTING (Part 3: beginner's frustration)

Black dog stares at me.
"Hey, is this a scarf, Momma?"
       No Gus. Just a snake. 

I have a cousin on my dad's side that could crochet a zucchetto for the Pope in five minutes flat. It would turn out flawless, you bet. Meanwhile, my magic circles become magic knots, my sides are uneven, there's big ol' holes in spots, and I lose track of where I am in a pattern.  I should probably give up.

I won't.  I will learn this hobby if it kills me.


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