My first job was working as a cashier in a supermarket earning minimum wage.
During my lunch break I preferred window shopping,
to sitting alone in the lunch room.
I had absolutely no interest in yarn, or knitting,
but found myself drawn to a store that sold yarn.
I would visit the store once a week looking at the balls of coloured yarn.
Soon I was chatting with the owner of the store who worked behind the counter.
I was young and naive and she convinced me that she would knit me a cardigan.
I would pay her $10 per week which was a lot of money back then.
I think I was only making $60 or $70 a week at the time.
After 3 months and having paid a whooping $130,
I received my cardigan.
I felt disappointed and ripped-off.
It was ugly, ill-fitting and had button holes but no buttons.