Shattered Dreams

This Christmas my youngest daughter 

gave me a Singer Knitting Machine.

As a child, my GrandMama taught me how to knit, 

crochet, embroider, cross stitch, and sew, 

but it's literally been decades since I've 

picked up a hook or a needle.

 I was truly excited to get my hands
on this thing and begin knitting.

 During my last thrift shop excursion, and with it being a 50% off all merchandise day,

 I scored a huge bag of yarn for only $3!

 I was super duper stoked and had BIG plans and 

a bazillion and half  ideas that 

I wanted to implement.

I had even found a pair of some great vintage yarn

 for only $1.65.

It was half off day, remember?

With pink and black being my most favorite color combo 

in the whole wide world, I just knew 

it was proof positive that my 

first knitting project would rock!

 Tonight was to be the night that I would finally use my new knitting machine.

Should I begin with a scarf? 

A hat?  

Maybe I'd make those cute little bows

that everyone is wearing.

Long story short~

The Singer Knitting Machine

BLOWS!

SUX!

STINKS!

IS WORTHLESS!

IS A PIECE OF CRAP!

This bogus contraption continuously skipped and jumped rows.

What a disappointment it turned out to be.

My baby girl meant well, and bless her heart, 

for it is the thought that counts.

New Year Resolution #14:

Learn to knit and crochet by the end of this year.