He sat and watched, a watcher by nature yearning to learn.
His home buzzing with jibber-jabbering needles and tongues. Then, the proverbial knitting needle hit the ground. He had to know whether he could join this exclusive Aunties congregation.
Within the time it took him to pick his wool and needles, the women had assigned the youngest to share their expertise. Ending the school holidays, being an integral part of the knitting circle, and no longer on the outer rim.
He felt a sense of achievement, mastering the art of creating the longest misshaped scarf they had ever seen.
Life at No. 22 
I rather think I could match him! I was an expert at knit one, drop one, Suzanne xx
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Jo, knitting was the only way the old girls would chat with him 😉
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Of course! xx
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Well, he had to start somewhere! the next one might have been perfect. love all the colours in your knitted header.
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He did indeed, Anabel. Fishing took over 😉
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Hi. Good story. Do you knit?
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Thanks, Neil and no I don’t knit any longer, though, I did for many years.
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If he actually finished a whole scarf he did way better than I ever could! I decided to stick with crochet.
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I did master crochet though that and knitting wasn’t something I carried on. I started a baby jumper for my nephew, by the time I thought about finishing it he was 5 years. Time to give that hobby up 😉
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😂
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Like my scarves when I was 10 🙂 Good story capturing it well
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Thanks, Derrick 🙂
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Fabulous! I was a knitter until my kids grew big, but I never mastered crochet.
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Thanks, Jude. I definitely wasn’t a master of the craft. There was always something new to learn.
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