I took up knitting a couple of months ago, and, frankly, I had a hard time getting into it. My hands didn't fit with the needles, and my stitches were either too tight or too loose, not to mention the frequent dropped stitch. However, my recently incited desire to become a craft master necessitated a return to the needles, this time with intent to enjoy and conquer.
And today I think I cleared a big hurdle--the one in which you make only ugly things.
My very first knitting endeavor ever:
Yes, it was a practice piece, so it wasn't supposed to actually be anything. But still. I mean, just look at it.
That was followed closely by this:
Not much of an improvement.
This next one wasn't so much of an eyesore:
I can at least use this one as a drip cloth in the bathroom.
Then I seriously backtracked and produced this knitting monstrosity:
This is the piece that most discouraged me from trying knitting again. I ended up completely abandoning it and starting afresh.
And it's a good thing I did, because I just finished this:
A real washcloth that looks like it was intentional, one that I actually want to use.
So knitting and I are back on track. I'm going to build up my confidence and make a few more washcloths, and then I'm on to something new, perhaps something that involves increasing and decreasing. Something with ruffles sounds nice.
I am far from being a knitting master, much less a craft master, but at least I now enjoy knitting and won't ever have to buy any more washcloths.