Here is the bed.
Here is the instruction book – actually – there are many instruction books. Many, many instruction books.
Many, many instruction books.
I must be totally, completely and incurably insane to have even contemplated – with 2 exhibitions coming up in the first half of the year – the idea of buying such a thing.
I open Japanese sewing books and freak out. I still havn’t mastered crochet, and can only really knit the one garment in a variety of different sizes for my children. I have never been one for book learning – preferring instead to muddle along in my own happy way figuring it out as I go.
I have become an insatiable monster – with some strange idea that I can master anything I set my mind to, and am frightened like a kitten when it becomes apparent this may not be possible.
Today I was mewing in the car on the way home after picking up my brand new mistress – the Passup 80 knitting machine. The gorgeous and very supportive woman who sold it to me promises to be on the phone when I am in need. I kid you not when I say that I phoned her in setting up the table the machine goes on to.
Oh dear. It is still very exciting to me though – and I do have wild fantasies of being able to make fantastic knitted garments out of beautiful wool for myself and the kids. Of making richly coloured blankets. But for now I just need to figure out where everything goes.
Anyone know anything about knitting machines?