Knitting was not something that I wanted to like. I took my first class because I didn’t want my friend to be by herself, and I fought with the needles every single second the first few times I was there. But I persevered and created a most hideous scarf. Later, I made a “charming” sweater for a bear out of kitchen cotton, and then I set the needles aside for a few years and forgot how to purl. But one thing led to another, and soon knitting became kind of an obsession. Had you asked me after that first ugly scarf (and truly, I can’t impress the ugliness enough) if I would ever make a sweater for a person that involved fit and patterns…