We all start somewhere

When I was six, I was knitting with this most hideous of red, white, and blue yarn. I am sure I loved it, I had a poncho in the same stuff. Then, I decided I needed a Dr. Who scarf. Perhaps a 17 foot long project is a bit much for a kindergartener, even if it is only garter stitch. I left the knitting alone for a long while, but have since returned to it with a renewed sense of a deficit of Dr. Who scarf in my life. Hopefully, I will rectify this situation before I die. In the meantime, I twist along tying knots in strings with the aid of pointy sticks. Perhaps you'd like to as well?