Skill and no skill
What skills have you got? And are there any you wish you had? Skills are an odd thing. They accumulate gently through life. One moment you are a child wrestling with wool and knitting needles and dripping tears on the ladder of another dropped stitch in the scarf which is too loose and too narrow and curls up at the edges. Next you are a young working mother with time so squeezed that the idea of knitting anything at all is simply ludicrous. How can you possibly have time to knit when you don't even have time to cut your own toenails? And yet somehow you must have done enough knitting often enough because you find yourself years later able to knit and with time for knitting and finding it satisfying and pleasurable. How did that happen? Did I learn the skill when my back was turned? What else can I do that I must have learned? Cooking, but that is an easier one to understand. I learned cooking with my mother. My mother ...