I am utterly obsessed with machine knitting. For me it’s the perfect combination of mechanical engineering and artistic creativity. But why, oh why can’t I be satisfied with making things out of wool? Instead, I can’t stop myself trying to use wire which snaps, tangles, breaks and generally jams before my work falls in a heap for the umpteenth time. Maybe I should have been more realistic given that the Gladstone rule is that it takes 10,000 hours of practice for success.
Imagine my joy when finally I found the tension and technique to produce something lovely. A phoenix from the ashes of despair. An ugly duckling that became a swan. What was initially unappealing and unpromising had the potential to become beautiful and admirable in maturity. There is hope for us all.