Knitting – an unusually public affair

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My first conscious memory of knitting is one of my granny, and of which I have shared before.  Then, my mother taught me to knit a year or so later, I think, so when, in year three at school, we were handed pink wool and knitting needles, I had an idea of what was coming.  That said, knitting at school was very different from knitting at home.  One could choose the projects.  I loathed knitting at school and am told that I actually spent most of my time knitting (or sewing) for my school mates.  That means that I learned to knit about 45 years ago, and knitted my way through university.  Like Granny, I can knit and read at the same time which helped me to stay awake while I read my way through an English Literature degree.

One of my most ambitious projects was a Christening shawl for my nephew, now…

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