I learnt to knit when I was a child. I don’t actually remember when I was taught, or who taught me. Perhaps it was at Primary School, when the boys were making toolboxes in woodwork, or something, I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’ve never been that good at it.
So I decided to get better. I started with a couple of easy projects, just straightforward knitting of blankets (one for me, and one for my daughter, who had cable stitch in hers, dont-you-know). And I really enjoyed it. So I am going to carry on. I knitted the swimmer, and my project now is a pair of socks. The first one is not as neat as I’d like it, but it is my first attempt, so I hope the second one will be better.
That is, if I get the second one knitted. I hope I don’t get the dreaded SSS (Second Sock Syndrome). It’s a real thing, apparently.
When I went to London after Christmas, I went to Liberty’s and made a few purchases. This was one of them:
A lovely little jar of buttons, from the Haberdashery Department. I thought I might sew a couple of them on to my socks when I’ve finished them, just to finish them off nicely.