A month or so ago, Little Sister came for a visit and I gave her a knitting lesson. I handed her a ball of cotton and some circular needles, taught her the garter stitch and then hoped for the best. When I heard nothing more about it, I thought for sure that she had given up.
Surprise, surprise. She not only finished the washcloth but made another by differentiating the pattern a bit.
I would be thrilled but honestly, I hate the fact that her garter stitch is so much better than mine. Just look at the perfection of those stitches-and these cloths have yet to be blocked.
I would be seriously bummed if she hadn't gifted me the beige cloth along with a yummy bar of Sweet Tea Goat Milk Soap.
I did have a great teacher!ReplyDelete