I hate heels

I am insanely jealous of anyone who can successfully turn a heel without anxiety and angst. I've done it twice for socks for me and twice for wee socks and still I struggle. I lose my place. I get holes. I end up with a misshapen mess. If only I'd realized or been willing to accept the fact that they weren't working out when I was ten rows into it...but I kept going hoping against hope that it would look better in the end. Instead, I'm hopping off to the frog pond. I don't understand why I struggle so! I'm not unintelligent. I've accomplished many more complicated tasks. I will persevere. I will get this figured out. (I hope)