I make knots with string and sticks. Really, when broken down that is all knitting is. Those sweet, sweet German Addis? They are just sticks. And yarn that keeps getting @#&#& tangled? It's string. It's more than that though. I am just learning, and I can already tell it is going to consume me. I am going to spend the rest of my life FIGHTING with it.

Today, I realized that this truely awful pink yarn - that I only used because it was there and I am poor (college student poor, not poverty poor)- will never be a hat. I've spent all week working on it. It is sitting on my bed in time out...but it won't ever be a hat. I've changed it to an ugly pink (acrylic) towel that I hope never gets used on human skin.

I wonder how STICKS and STRING got the better of me. I'm a sophmore in college. I've got a 3.6! It should not be able to beat me. I can write a 5 page paper in a day. Knitting does not care about how smart you think you are. It pays not attention to it's past as child labor. It will kick your butt (or, I really hope it kicks everyones butt cause that makes me feel less like a loser). I kind of love that about knitting.

Tommrow, I will show you something that will be a hat! (Maybe. I have problems with round things)