Last week at 'Stitch and Bitch' the ladies persuaded me to pick up knitting needles again, the last time I did so was 1977 or thereabouts and I was rubbish then. Fast forward thirty five years and I'm still rubbish although valiantly trying not to look stupid before my group of accomplished knitters. I have started a jumper to be knitted in one piece for an African baby as according to the pattern, newborns are often wrapped in newspapers. It also informs the knitter to use a vibrant colour, not pastels as the garment may never get washed. The pattern says an average knitter can knock this out in one evening and I pointed out that I was very much a-less-than-average knitter but they chanted 'it's easy' and against my better judgement persuaded me to go ahead.
As you can see I haven't progressed far in a week, I keep dropping and picking up stitches, then I get very cross and revert to my crochet where I know what I'm doing. In order to embark on this knitting project I obviously required needles so I went back home and found mum's knitting basket containing an abundance of needles, wool and 'vintage' patterns.
I don't know whose dolly this was for.... even I wasn't born in 1961!
I remember wearing this fright to school, which my nan knitted for me in maroon. I loathed it and desperately wanted a deep rib cherry red V-neck jumper from Chelsea Girl. Worse still my brother had to wear this!
And I unwrapped this lovely Sindy bridal gown one Christmas morning even though I didn't have a Ken...or whatever her boyfriend was called.
Times move on but this outdated phraseology still caused a snort
.........we'll never see the like of these two patterns again.
Judging by the weather I'd better get a move on with the crocheted blanket I'm making, as even though we're in April there's been more snow today.
When will it end?