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Day 22

10 Aug

Day 22: A picture of something you wish you were better at

Another tough one.  There are lots of things that I’m competent at, but wouldn’t brag about, like my ability to change a tire, or construct things, color coordinating an outfit or being on time.  Also, there are things that I used to be good at and am now just totally out of practice with, like speaking German, or welding, or holding any yoga pose for more than 5 seconds.  I’ve tried lots of things, failed miserably and gotten over it in short order; playing basketball, softball, bowling or any number of organized sports, making pickles, and drawing anything concrete other than cats and plants.  But the one hobby I tried vainly at for years and just never got the hang of is knitting.

During college it was the fashionable thing to do.  This was the rise of Stitch ‘n’ Bitch; the hip way to get back into doing something domestic.  I had dreams of my own hand made mittens, hats, socks and scarves, which were quickly squashed by my own two clumsy hands.  All my friends seemed to be enjoying relaxing homework breaks in front of the T.V. with a ball of yarn on the floor, needles clicking softly as colorful scarves appeared magically in their laps.  I, on the other hand, missed most of the T.V. show and anything that was being said to me because I constantly had to be supervising my disobedient hands lest they do something disastrous resulting in me having to yet again pull apart said colorful scarf.  It also didn’t help that around this time I discovered I had a wool allergy and while all cotton yarns turned out not to be out of my college budget, they stretched too easily and everyone else used wool.

Yet, I persisted, and amassed quite a lot of needles and different colored yarn which are now collecting dust in a box on the porch.  I did finally finish two things after years (and I promise I’m not exaggerating) of frustration.  The one scarf I knitted for myself is about 3 and a half feet long and has no determinate width.  I also managed to take all the yarn my mom dyed during her career in textiles and make her a mother’s day scarf.  That scarf is quite long, but equally lumpy and took me at least 2 years to complete.

Now that I’m older, I’m harboring a delusion that I will pick up the needles once more, but I guess only time will tell if practice makes perfect, or it’s just not meant to be.