For my birthday, I got lots of greetings of Facebook, flowers, take out food, and a walking baby:
A few days later, I had a new friend teach me how to cast on, so I could actually start knitting with the wool and needles I bought for my birthday last year. It has already been totally unravelled by an unsuspecting 3 yr old (after all, who could resist such perfect swords?), but I'm hoping it won't happen again.
I already learnt how to knit when I was about 8 -- my grandmother taught me. It came back without Valerie showing me a single stitch. I just looked at the row of loops and my body remembered what to do. Our muscle memory is truly amazing, isn't it?
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