When my granny and I would sit down and try to knit, I always felt like I disappointed her. I just couldn’t follow a pattern, or maintain a consistent tension. She would constantly unravel hours of my work in order to fix a mistake. I decided that knitting wasn’t for me. I refused to even try after many failed attempts. I wanted to create an image that illustrated the feeling that I wanted to just disappear in my knitted bundles of mistakes. Never to been seen near a pair of knitting needles ever again. In order to make this photo though, I had to pick up the needles and attempt to knit a costume without a pattern at all. So much more difficult than I imagined. It brought back so many of those same feelings. Yet, I embraced the errors and in the end, I created something somewhat flawed, but in a way, exactly what I wanted.