Knitting comes over me in waves.
Sometimes it just laps gently at my toes and I paddle about in the shallows, dipping in and out of socks and hats and the occasional mitt.
On a long summer holiday I might swim a little further and start a sweater project or finish a shawl.
And then… very occasionally, suddenly something comes over me and I dive headfirst off a high clifftop into deep deep water, trusting my instincts to know that when I emerge, gasping for air, the sun will be shining and the sky will be blue and an utterly amazing piece of knitwear will be blocking on the bright green grass.
|Remind you of anyone?! Though I can’t imagine FL wearing a “thumbie” cardi…|
|Phwoar – patchwork to the max!|
|Great over loose tops!|
|Sorry? I can’t hear you!|
|Great use of self-striping yarn!|
I have planned to knit from a Japanese pattern for a long long time. I even bought a book, back in 2010. And I stared at it for a while before I carefully replaced the plastic wrapper it arrived in and slipped it into a box of books “to keep safe”.
|Remember when Rowan designed jumpers like this?|
I tried to talk myself down from the clifftop, but it was no use. My mother sent me £20 for my birthday, as usual. I could buy myself a pair of furry slippers as suggested or I could buy an inspirational wonderful Japanese knitting pattern book. No contest.
It’s on its way. Prepare for a splash. I hope the water’s warm!
P.S. It’s my birthday today. I am 48. How did that happen?