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Under the tutelage of my grandmother, I once attempted to knit a peggy square. Just once. The tedium of knitting nearly drove me mad with boredom: swapping loops of wool back and forth from one needle to the other, with nothing to look forward to but more of the same, for row after endless row. And the result of all that teeth-gritting effort? A gangly woollen shape of uncertain geometry, composed entirely - although surely, this can't be possible? - of holes.
