Dear Dave,
I confess I’m a terrible knitter.
I wanted to submit mittens to bitchin mittens.
I kept swatching and kept trying and read many many books and copied lots of patterns and even drew out designs.
And not one of these attempts worked out. I could blame my infunktions. I could blame my cursed ability to fall. I could blame any sort of things, most especially myself, but the truth is I sincerely hope there’s a next time because I know I can do better and I want to do better.
And next time the stars will align and all will be good.
For now, I am a loo-hoo-ser and am mostly ok with that.
As a paltry penace, I offer up to you my favorite Picasso, or at least his countenance.
May it temper your wrath and bring warmth to your heart.
Love,
Rebecca
