It would probably be more accurate than the more polite persistent.
But sometimes stubbornness pays off.
I hate knitting.
I’m lousy at it. Really. I was first taught how to knit before the age of ten.
I’m now 47.
I still couldn’t knit my way out of a wet paper bag.
But I’m also stubborn.
I will knit.
Specifically, I will knit socks.
I know, I know. Socks are not the sort of project a non-knitter should attempt. They’re bound to end in tears. And they have, over and over again.
But I’m so close to being able to make all my clothes. I make shirts, trousers, jackets, underwear…
The only thing missing is socks.
Once all your other clothes are custom-made and fit perfectly, the ‘one size fits most’ socks they sell in the stores feel like they were made for aliens.
I need socks that fit.
Which means I need to learn to knit socks. Not just any old socks, but socks that are perfect for my feet.
So, how many socks have I knitted in the past 37 years since my first knitting lesson?
But, as I say, I’m stubborn.
I’ve never been able to knit in the round (which, of course, dashes my chances of making socks), but with fresh stubbornness this winter I had another go.
After several blood-pressure-raising sessions, I have knitted SEVEN CENTIMETRES of sock!
I’m so excited.
Think of it. SEVEN CENTIMETRES! Give me another 37 years and I might make it to the heel of my first sock!