I thought knitting was the preserve of lavender-scented grannies until I started to help Els work out what to do with her new knitting kit.
Yes, I confess that I now want to learn how to knit. In fact, I've started already and now have my own sticks (needles) and the marvellous Stitch n Bitch book.
I wasn't prepared for the zen-like feeling of peace through the meditative click-click of the sticks, and a sense of being connected to my ancestors and my ancestors' ancestors through this ancient craft.
I've only spent a few hours but know how to cast on and do a basic knit stitch, plus the theory of how to cast off (but I haven't quite got the hang of that one yet).
Els and I will be making a bee-line to the knitting tent at Camp Bestival which will hopefully boost our fledgling skills.
I'd like to start a scarf in a few weeks.
Poor ole J, a lifetime of homemade jumpers, scarves, hats and socks begins.
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