I call it my Technicolour Bacon Scarf. Truly disgusting. B says he likes it, but he's wrong.
I started this thing 3 times—three different patterns. I can crochet, but do it so infrequently that I have to relearn how to do it every single time. My mom crochets, but since I am heinously impatient, there was no way I was going to traipse over to her house to have the simple directions for a scarf demonstrated to me. I have a degree. I should be able to figure out a stupid scarf. But I didn't. Instead I ripped it out and started another pattern, then ripped it out again. Then made up my own pattern... that turned into this hideous interpretation of crochet.
I WISH I could knit. I've tried. I'm not good at it. It's the equivalent of running as exercise to me. I'd love to be good at it, but I've conceded defeat.
In lieu of knitting needles, I did some research a few years ago which produced this product:
Is it possible to knit a sweater on this contraption without needles??
No. Nothing I'd wear anyway.
This board creates a double knit. Before B so thoughtfully gave it to me for Christmas a few years back, I foolishly thought I could convert it's purpose to that of these (which can create a single-layered knit:
Not so grashopper!
And so, after about an hour of experimentation on Boxing Day 2009, it went in a closet, and hasn't been broken out since.
I have to say, I'm lovin' it.
I got a book from the library which looks to be published by the creators of the knitting board.
Next project?? An afghan to replace the old comforter B hates I have on the couch for watching TV.
On another note, I think I'm going to start Insanity today. Wish me and my lungs luck.