It may have become clear that things domestic are not my forte. So why I keep insisting on challenging myself to actually try to learn domestic skills and then implement them as a regular feature in my life is something of a mystery. The latest attempt is to pull out my wool box and rummage around for something to try and make. I already have a single sock (yes, I actually managed to knit a whole sock) sitting forlornly in amongst the random balls of wool. I think the intended recipient of it will have outgrown it by now, so it will have to remain a singleton.
Now I have my eyes on either another pair of socks or a hat. The only problem with the hat is the idea of knitting in the round. I have a set of circular needles and it seems quite straightforward. Until I actually try to do it.
Generally I’m a fairly competent and co-ordinated person, but for some reason I seem to have the manual dexterity of a rock. Apparently I have fabulous gross motor skills and slightly shoddy fine motor skills. Well, with the exception of fairly tidy handwriting, of course.
So, what to do, what to do…
I’m totally inspired by the idea that I can learn enough to be competent with 20 hours of effort, but I see something of a drawback to this with knitting my hat with circular needles. It took me nearly an hour of effort just to get the darn thing cast on and knit one and a half rounds before it became apparent that I was doing something totally cockamamie with the working end of the yarn and therefore somehow messing up the whole shebang. Even with multiple YouTube tutorials under my belt, stopping the videos, rewinding the videos, watching the videos with a magnifying glass… it has made NO difference to how I managed to tackle this simple act of knitting.
I am incompetent.
I need to mention at this point, that there is one thing I dislike in my life and that is feeling incompetent. I like to accomplish things. I like to master things. I like to be good at things.
I do not like feeling like this cat. And like this cat, I felt today.
Perhaps having a bit of nasty headcold (aka my version of manflu) didn’t help my understanding and dexterity, but I rather suspect that it is actually a congenital problem that I suffer from and I fear that I shall never overcome it. I fear that I shall always be a purchaser and not a maker.
And the sheer fact of that is absolutely galling.
I won’t stand for it. I just won’t.
If it takes me 200 hours of swearing, cursing (they are different, you know) and cramped fingers, I will learn how to do this simple task of knitting a hat. Even if I have to abandon my circular needles for the safety and familiarity of my DPNs (double pointed needles for the even more crafty-clueless than myself), with which I have actually managed to produce an object that can be worn.
Don’t hold your breath on seeing any sort of apparel here for some months, but keep in the back of your mind that perhaps one day you will be browsing Oh Waily Waily and will be shocked and amazed to see a lopsided, warped but definitely wooly hat on the head of a put-upon Oh Waily family member.
I will then have become a ‘maker’ and not a ‘purchaser’. The ultimate in modern woman does retro chic – Stay-at-Home Mum, Business Woman, Community Volunteer, Teacher AND Knitter. What a superwoman-style résumé I will have then. Until I look in the kitchen and realise I’m missing Chef from that list. Darn, it was all sounding oh so flashy for a moment there.
Back to my real life… and my tangle of wool. Wish me luck, or more usefully – wish me much patience as I repeat and repeat the process until I get it right.
Happy crafting all !