Knitting Again

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I am pleased to report that I have just completed the knitting of a cardigan for the youngest. This is something of an accomplishment as the last garment that I knitted for her, or indeed for anyone, was when she was only a few weeks old and it was understandably much smaller than my current piece of work.

Having taken an 18 year break from knitting, it was therefore a novelty to pick up needles again in retirement and see if I could still make something decent enough to be worn.

Sadly, however, I didn't quite finish it in time for the winter weather. The youngest was still delighted with it (or maybe she was being polite) and has even placed an order for this coming winter or, on reflection, 2017!


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Unknown said…
It has a nice chunky look to it Caree.
26 April 2015 at 14:45
Caree Risover said…
Oh dear you have caught me out - knitted with big needles!
26 April 2015 at 22:55
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