I love knitting.
If I could curl up in a big lounge chair in front of an open fire and knit while it was cold and raining outside, I’d be in my version of heaven. I’ve collected a few vintage plastic needles over the years and they’re a real pleasure to work with. Not only because they are fine tools but also because I feel connected to the knitters who used them before me.
Some of my favourite needles were given to me by an 86 year old lady who couldn’t knit anymore. She wanted them to go to someone who would used them. Well, I use them alright, I’m not nearly as expert with them as she was, but I certainly love knitting as much.