I have fallen back in love with knitting.
I learnt when I was young, when I used to scoot up to my Nana's house with my knitting bag on my scooter handles and spend the afternoon making scarves for my teddies.
But this week I just suddenly felt the urge, and then realised I had lost my needles and only had scraps of wool, so I "borrowed" some shiny pink metal needles from my nana, and then spent a large chunk of my wages on wool - not that wools expensive but there's just so many colours I couldn't make up my mind!
Tonight I taught my friends to knit, and we had a lovely night concentrating whilst listening to a playlist of Disney songs, the Dreamgirls soundtrack, One Direction, Justin Beiber and classic uplifters, which we entitled 'The Strong Confident Woman Knitting Playlist". It just showed that knitting can be a social activity, and so what if the general connotations is an activity for old people? If that's so, then give me my free bus pass and call me an O.A.P. because knitting is a lovely, underappriciated art form.
Who needs a boyfriend when you've got knitting needles? (Innuendo not intended)
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