Monday night marked the final evening of my “learn to knit” class at Knitch, which means that everyone is getting really heinous handmade gifts for the holidays this year. Yeay!

Remarkably, three women gave up on knitting prior to the third class and one actually dropped out during the third class, letting her needles fall out of her hands and heavily onto the table and saying “I just don’t get it.”

Nine women enter, five women leave.

So what I have to show for it is this little picture of some poopy pink yarn made into a coaster with eyelets which on a larger scale could also supposedly be a washcloth or a baby blanket or a tarp for a house being exterminated. What I also have to show for it is a hobby I adore which could garner me honorary grandma status if I ever pick up crochet and macramé to round out my repertoire.

So to summarize, I’ve finally made it beyond the basic garter pattern scarf and have mastered: CO, K, P, YO, PO, K2TOG and BO which probably means jack squat to you but to me and a set of circular needles it could mean a hat or socks or a nice warm afghan.

I dream of felting.