Burnt cookies and wads of yarn

This last week has been full of triumphs and mess ups in my quaint kitchen. Just like any other hobby, it takes time and a lot of patience to master something. I remember my Aunt Debbie, The Quilt and Blanket Maker, trying to teach me how to crochet. She bought me fun, colorful yarn and my very own hook. I'd go over to her apartment and watch how fast she would create a perfect little doily. She also made me a set of washcloths that I still use in record time. We would practice while watching movies and talking about my eleven year old life. Eager to make my washcloth, I started practicing at home. I was enthusiastic and excited! I started off trying to make everything perfect, flawless. But when I finished row 4, it just looked like a flattened wad of yarn. I wanted results! And after I had produced the third wad of yarn, I gave up. I lost interest. And I really wish I hadn't now. But now that I'm trying to become the master of my kitchen, the cook of the house, giving up really isn't an option. I may not bake cookies like Betty Crocker but hey, I'm learning and getting better one recipe at a time.