Are you a knitter? Do you know a knitter? Would you like to be a knitter?
I bet that’s one question you weren’t expecting to be asked today. Knitting, it seems, is one of those hobbies slipping away, off into room 101 with stamps, rubbers and Tupperware parties. I was a knitter once, for about a week. I had big plans, I was going to make a long stripy scarf and I did, maybe with less emphasis on the long though. Unless you were Cindy. And made of plastic.
You see my mum is a knitter. She’s the queen of knitting in a family of knitters, and when you have a queen knitter, anything you do pales into insignificance. While I struggled to knit-one pearl-one, she would have knocked out a full head to toe wooly sensation. Items of clothing flew out of her knitting needles at a rate of knots while I fiddled around with a scarf only a Borrower would show interest in.
There have been a few times over the years when I’ve toyed with the idea of following in mums footsteps. To take up the mantle of queen knitter once she hung up her needles for good. I had a desire to subject my own children to the same knitted school jumpers as my siblings and I had to endure. There would be no mistaking who’s they were when rummaging around in the school lost property and absolutely no danger of name label sabotage on those knitted beauties.
Especially with an un pickable knitted monogram!
Knitting is therapeutic you see, its creative and it’s hobby you can wear with pride. You can knit presents, sheesh, you can knit anything! With a pair of long pointy sticks in your hand the world’s your oyster! Bring back knitting I say, put down your screens! Lets keep those sheep busy and nannas proud.
So that was my plan anyway, only it was only ever a plan and I, along with a nation of knitting wannabes, it’s never been bigger than that teeny tiny scarf.
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