"S'all about practice." He twisted his hands, showing her how he used his fingers to control the tension of the roving as. "When you've been doing it a while, you'll get it. Until then, you'll make some shite yarn, and you'll knit it anyway, because it's yours." He knew there were some interesting projects that he'd done in those early days, mostly things that had been later felted. He made a small hmph noise.
"Make potholders. Felt 'em. Won't even see the bobbles in the yarn." He made a hand motion for her to stop for a moment. "C'mon. Try again."