By Saturday, the "Dummy" had become a craftsman. The scarf was far from perfect—there was a suspicious lump near the middle where he’d panicked during a phone call—but it was soft, striped, and undeniably a scarf.
The book promised a "zen-like experience," but by Tuesday, Arthur was in a state of yarn-induced combat. He had accidentally created something that looked less like a scarf and more like a fishing net for a very small, very confused whale. He’d dropped stitches, added stitches where none belonged, and at one point, managed to knit his sleeve into the project.
At the party, Mia wrapped the wool around her neck, beaming. "It’s perfect, Grandpa! How did you learn?"
By Saturday, the "Dummy" had become a craftsman. The scarf was far from perfect—there was a suspicious lump near the middle where he’d panicked during a phone call—but it was soft, striped, and undeniably a scarf.
The book promised a "zen-like experience," but by Tuesday, Arthur was in a state of yarn-induced combat. He had accidentally created something that looked less like a scarf and more like a fishing net for a very small, very confused whale. He’d dropped stitches, added stitches where none belonged, and at one point, managed to knit his sleeve into the project. Knitting For Dummies
At the party, Mia wrapped the wool around her neck, beaming. "It’s perfect, Grandpa! How did you learn?" By Saturday, the "Dummy" had become a craftsman
