My Grandma...

My Grandma must have had the patience of a saint. She taught me to knit when I was around seven years old. I can still remember the needles she let me use! I don't recall her ever getting annoyed or upset with me while doing this. It's a fond memory.

I have been trying to teach Irene how to knit. She asked me to get her set up. I tried to get the boys involved, but they were not interested at this time. Irene got to pick put needles at the store and I set her up with 10 stitches to knit. Holy cow, keeping her on task and fixing mistakes and all the other little things that pop up while doing this...Ahhhh! Plus, she is a perfectionist. She wants to be able to do it perfectly right now and when that doesn't happen she gets upset. I keep telling her that I am constantly at knitting sites and youtube to find out how to do certain stitches. Hell, I can't keep kitchener stitch in my head and I use it on every sock I knit.

I think it would be easier if someone else taught her. I am no good at it. Still, we keep trudging on. I hope she finds a love of yarn and knitting even if it doesn't take hold until years from now.