I knit some cloths.

The beginning of my knitting adventures started much the same way as the first time I ever played Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, only that instead of screaming "Oh my god, why are you shooting at me, I didn't do anything to you!" it was more along the lines of "Oh, my god, can this thread stop splitting?!" and "How am I supposed to pull this loop through that loop? There is no hook on this stick!"

Eventually, I got some sort of hang on it and made a ... thing, complete with hairs of the Zelda and all:

My first thing to ever feature purl stitches! Armed with a new technique it was time to start something more than a thing. A cloth.

I finished my first cloth in time for my grandmothers birthday. Which was kind of nice, since she got the first thing I ever crocheted. I gave her my first ever finished knit anything and a pair of crocheted mitts. The pattern was called a "false ribbing." It might not be the correct translation, though, let me know. I've become quite learned in the English crochet terms, but knitting is really new to me, even in Norwegian. My first cloth ended up looking like this:

It is quite loose, a little weird shaped, and I lost a stitch in there somewhere, and managed to somehow save it, but only after a few rounds, making it kind of noticeable. But it is actually quite even, and I am happy with that. 

The looseness followed into my next cloth but in this one, you can actually see where my brain clicked. Suddenly I managed to keep a good tension and relatively even knit. 

Feeling I had finally cracked the code,  just had to start another one, this one with squares and knit and purl. And a hole I have no idea how got there, but hey! It looks kinda nice? 

I'm now on a detox. Knitting is taking a toll on my fingertip, and it is still not even half as enjoyable as crocheting. Besides, my mom got me a circular needle and it is driving me crazy. I'm going to get some single ones in February, and maybe some more yarn with more popping colors.