This is what I did, at the beach, on a Saturday night...
I can remember my nan taught me how to knit when I was a young, slightly gangly little girl in Albury. What I didn't remember was how to actually knit.
So my step mum, on a muggy summer's night at the beach, taught me once again.
Just like riding a bike really.
By the morning I felt pretty confident... just as long as I didn't drop a stitch... then I'm stuffed.
I'm itching to go op-shopping now and begin an impressive knitting needle collection.
Hopefully one that looks like this...
image via here
Don't you love Wednesdays?
Almost the weekend again! Jx