My new toy

Ok, so for a really really long time I have wanted to get a knitting machine.
My mom used to have one and I was always totally fascinated by how quickly she could create things. I would help her wind the yarn and I loved seeing the sled go back and forth and knit super fast.
About 2 years ago I decided that I will learn to use a knitting machine. So I bought one. I took it home, opened the box, got completely overwhelmed to the point of hyperventilating and then I returned it.
However, moving to Edinburgh has made me realize (or, realise as it's spelled here) that there is room for creativity and thus I set off to buy another knitting machine.
Now, I don't know anything about knitting machines. In fact, I don't know much about knitting.
A new machine is very very expensive,s o I decided that I would go for a used machine and I clicked right over to gumtree which is the British version of Craigslist. Bingo.
Use knitting machine for sale, super super cheap.
I sent off a message to the lady selling it and before I could even begin to think about the fact that I have no patience for learning how to knit, no idea what I would do with the machine, I became the proud owner of a knitting machine.
There was only one problem. We were in the middle of a snow storm, the lady lived over in Fife and the bridge to Fife was closed. Oh, and my car was buried in a foot of snow and the diesel was frozen.
Knitting machine lady then called and offered to deliver the machine! How nice is that. She must have really needed the money if she was willing to risk her life on the icy roads. Once the bridge opened again, she would ask her son to drive her over as she no long drove herself. In conversation I also asked her why she was selling the machine and her reply was, "Oh, I can't use it anymore", which led me to believe that she might be an older lady.
Well, the machine was finally delivered to me a couple of days ago. The old lady pulled up to the front door where I was waiting and handed it over. Actually her son pulled up as it turns out the reason she no longer could use the machine is that she has gone blind!!
As a side note I would just like to say that I have never encountered more blind people and anorexic people than I have in Edinburgh. Not necessarily blind and anorexic (in fact that has never happened), but blind or anorexic. Turns out there is a big school for the blind and a treatment center for anorexic people right here in town.
Anyways, the knitting machine is now in my flat, but still in the box as I almost fell the other day and really hurt my shoulder and haven't been able to lift anything. That, and a small (read big) amount of anxiety. What if I get overwhelmed again and can't figure out how to use it?
Oh well, at least I already have a very catchy name for my on-line knitting company that I plan to launch once I have made lots of stuff................Check back in 10 years for an update:)