I can’t get knitting out of my head. My enforced break from the quilt has made for some time in the evenings to take up needles of a different sort and puzzle out what SSSSK means. Thank god for You Tube and chirpy American ladies and their skills. Oli keeps saying, ‘It’s like a recipe’ (knitting guru that he is) and in some ways he’s very right. I think part of what makes knitting so magical and addictive is the appearance of something from almost nothing. It’s very like bread or cake making. From seemingly humble ingredients you can create countless creations and variations, and it is just as satisfying. And as crushing when you realise you have made a mistake and it’s too late. And you have no idea what the mistake was. And thus are likely to repeat the sodding thing. I have undone hours of knitting three times now and would have cried at the last occasion had I not felt so cross. But it’s all good practice, isn’t it. Oli said kindly last night that I don’t look the same as I do when I’m quilting. More red, apparently.
I have a renewed appreciation of the skills of real, proper knitters and bought this hand knitted jumper for Sol today at the farmer’s market. It is just lovely: soft and a very practical colour for a small child!
Perhaps one day. Now I must go and cast on 151 stitches. Again. And try, this time, to keep it at 151 stitches and not pluck extra stitches out of thin air, which I seem to be doing. How? No idea.