Knit, gnat, not

Way back when I was about 10, Mrs Smith taught us to knit, we had to knit a yellow square that was then to be stitched and stuffed to make a duckling. I hated Mrs Smith and I hated knitting, she didn’t take the time to understand that a leftie like me wouldn’t necessarily knit like the other 90% of the population, what she did instead was unravel my every attempt because I was mixing plain and purl stitches, like I knew the difference.
Now that I’m a fully fledged grown up and knitting has gone all trendy, I thought I’d give it a second chance.

Still waiting on Tom Daley to show up and help me find my dropped stitches though.