I remember when I was 6 years old, my mother and my grandmother taught me and my older brothers how to knit. They let me pick which yarn I wanted to use and I picked probably the absolute worst yarn. It was fuzzy and stringy and it was hard to see where the stitches were on the needles. I made so many mistakes, I dropped stitches and made holes, it was too narrow in parts and too wide in others, it was too short. It was terrible but my grandma wore that scarf I knit every winter until she passed.

media: watercolour + pencil crayon