Learning to knit, 25 years later

When I was a kid, my mom tried valiantly to teach me how to knit. Repeatedly. Then, when I was a college student we tried again. First grandchild? Again. Second grandchild? Once more into the breach.

Still nothing.

But, this time is going to be different.*

My friend and I are going to learn together… So here is the chronicle of our attempts and trying this one more time.

Oh, and my husband Redbeard and I brew beer. We certainly find it entertaining (especially when drinking beer is also involved) and so thought, what are two good things that go good together? Knitting. And beer. So, here we go.

*No, really.

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