It could be that I’ve completely lost the plot. I’ve spent the past two hours battling with four needles only to produce this tiny little lime. I was determined that I was going to beat my fear of four needle knitting and I think I’ve done that, but I did burst out laughing once I’d completed this because it just seemed a little like I’d gone mad.
I decided that, since my mother’s in England, my children are all off being educated for the day and I could almost guarantee that the phone wouldn’t ring I’d give it a go. I’m pleased I did because, like most things, I really wasn’t as difficult as I’d built it up to be.
I have been given this gorgeous book from my lovely friend Kate (Greedy for Colour) . . . most likely because I’d been “borrowing” it for about six months . . . and I’d pretty much exhausted all the flowers I’d wanted to make on two needles. I’m desperate to make hollyhocks, calla lilles and other beautiful little treasures. Now I’m feeling I have a little more confidence to do so. What will I do with all these blossoms? I have no idea, but I should imagine there’ll be more elaborate hats coming your way.