Saturday, 6 December 2014
Knit one, Drop One
It all started a couple of weeks ago when I went for a browse around the Severn Hospice Shop above the Town Hall in Welshpool. Tucked away in a corner was this basket with oddments of coloured wool. Just had to buy it even if I haven't done any knitting for about thirty years. Needing some knitting needles to go with it, I asked the lady behind the counter if they sold them. Apparently they did, but were unable to display them as they were classed as offensive weapons and she had to call the manager. ( Bureaucracy gone daft - I ask you - Elf an' Safety and all that). Anyway, the manager showed me through to a room at the back of the shop, what an Aladdin's Cave. Piles and piles of stuff that people had donated. He opened a deep drawer on a battered wooden chest. 'There you are,' he smiled, 'Take your pick'.
I chose a handful, paid at the till. Off home and couldn't wait to get started.
So far, I've made :- two hot water bottle covers (starting on a third one in the bluey green colour) and two hats. I offered one of them to my son, but he laughed and said it made him look like Benny off 'Crossroads' D'you remember that Soap way back? The ungrateful little buzzuck. My darling horse mad daughter brought me a bag full of gorgeous coloured wool (which I love) for my birthday. So the next project is to knit her one of those ear warming hats for her to wear while she feeds the ponies. She's off to Bali for her holiday at the beginning of January. It's 30 degrees out there, but it might come in handy for when she comes back.