Not a proverb you’d have heard of but it’s one that suits this jotting. If you’ve read any of my musings before now, you’ll know that most of the pieces I produce are knitted flat. I’ve eschewed the Magic Loop and the dreaded sets of four or five dpns for years now after one disastrous attempt with four needles when my fingers jerked uncontrollably, needles slipped to the floor and stitches twisted upon themselves. I couldn’t see the attraction or…
My toad-loving friend and I reached the anniversary of meeting each other 50 years earlier (how did that happen?). This time, a toad (or a frog, we’re not particular) wouldn’t really do, even though the amphibian affinity began early on in our friendship. It should really be something that marked the literal beginning. It was Decimalisation Day; surely there would be something knittable within the currency theme? Nothing inspiring, as it turned out. I haven’t mastered basic crochet skills and…
I’ve asked it before and I’ll ask it again. What do you give the man who has everything? If the top of his present wish list is a pizza oven shovel for putting the pizza into the oven and a hot ash shovel for removing hot ash from the pizza oven, which, by the way, he has built himself, from mining his own stone to cutting and shaping it, then finding the perfect gift is nigh on impossible. A bowtie…