"Knit one, purl two," Arthur muttered, his fingers fumbling with two oversized bamboo needles that felt more like oars in his hands.
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?" "Knit one, purl two," Arthur muttered, his fingers