By Sunday morning ripping out and starting again happened quite a few times, until the point Andy thought I was going to launch my needles across the room. What on earth was I doing wrong?! I stared at the pattern, trying to fathom why this was being so difficult. At this point I was really considering in giving up the whole thing, and just be content with crocheting.
Later on Sunday, the sock wool was staring at me and I knew I couldn't be defeated by this pattern or by knitting! I picked the wool back up and the three needles, and read over the pattern again. I spotted a mistake that I was making, in regards to the position of my tail (in the wrong place!). The hexipuffs seem to require a long-tail cast on, which I had never done before (hurray for YouTube).
Once I mastered the cast on, my hexipuff now seems to be growing. I didn't realise how tiny the hexipuffs are, which I hope will add more cuteness!
This little adventure that I am on has taught me one valuable thing, I am always going to be a crocheter. Knitting is just far too stressful for me! (I am already considering in using the sock wool for something else).