Years ago, I used to knit stuff.
Not much, because I'm not very good at it, and never anything really big.
In the beginning, at around age 17-18, I knitted a huge six foot long, eight inches wide, scarf in blocks of colour.
The plan was to knit several more, then sew them together and have a colourful bedcover.
Two winters ago, I finally gave away the scarf.
I mostly stuck to small stuff, like baby bonnets and bootees, a few matinee jackets, even a toddler jumper or two. I used to be able to do a complete pair of bootees in a night.
Nothing to brag about really, the mother-in-law could knit an entire layette in a night and do the matching shawl the next night.
I swear that woman could knit in her sleep!
Me? I have to count rows and stitches and read the pattern line by line........stitch by stitch.......
In 2010 I knitted a pale pink scarf for my youngest grand daughter.
I'd seen the wool in Lincraft and couldn't pass it up, it was so soft and pretty.
Doll and scarf are still at my house.
Sometime later, on a night when I had nothing to do, the computer was crashed, I made a bonnet for the same baby doll.
Then I put the needles away.
Last week, my daughter K gave me a ball of yarn she had left over from learning to finger knit.
She'd only used a couple of metres, and couldn't be bothered doing anything more with it.
I brought it home and looked at it for a day or so, then out came the needles and I started knitting.
Really long. Tom Baker-Dr Who long.
Maybe I'll make more scarves.
Maybe I'll get bored after the one and not knit again for another few years.
Just in case.