I picked up some beautifully soft wool from a local shop dedicated to knitting (yes, these exist!) and slowly recalled the skills I was taught by my grandmother when I was little.
When I was very young, I'd sit curled up on the sofa in front of early morning cartoons, a cup of contraband milky sweet tea on my armrest (my mother didn't want us having the caffeine so my Gran would sneak us cups while she was still asleep!) and an old ball of wool nestled between my feet. Gran would show me over and over how to knit a row of stitches and then I'd have a go and create line upon line of holey wool. Apparently, some of her lessons paid off and I was able to do a slightly better job this time around!
After a bit of a shaky start (I unravelled my first AND second attempts) I finally worked out exactly how many stitches wide I wanted my scarf and how to change colours. Before long I was happily knitting away and my scarf was appearing at astonishing speed!
A couple of days ago, I eventually finished and am very proud of my finished product! I found knitting to be a great little way to unwind in the evening and who knows, I may even tackle a jumper next (although that may be wishful thinking!).
