Maybe it's a sign of advancing years but, lately, I've had the urge to find my creative self and have rediscovered the gentle art of knitting along with some sewing. Well, that last bit isn' t quite true. I've gotten as far as cutting out a skirt from some gorgeous fabric bought from Purl in NYC but I've forgotten how to use the sewing machine, it's been years since it was last plugged in and it's anyone's guess where the instruction book is. The knitting has been more successful.
I'm using a fairly simple pattern from this book by Louisa Harding and have almost completed the second sleeve. I haven't knitted for many years but I think it's a bit like riding a bike, you never really forget how to do it, though it might be a bit wobbly to start with. The test will be whether the final article looks anything like the picture in the book. And, more to the point, whether it's actually wearable. But why this sudden need to be crafty? What's that all about?