This week I visited Cardiff to see my sister Carol and her lovely hubby Steve. I discovered Carol’s dark secret – a crime against knitting!
Carol’s interest in knitting has been rekindled since I made her a gift of a kit to make some Regia self patterning socks.
Carol completed them with a tiny amount of help from me and our Mum when visiting.
Carol was really taken with the sock yarn so when we visited Get Knitted in Bristol, where Carol bought some yarn to make a cushion cover.
This too, turned out beautifully 😀
All good so far – what has the poor woman done to offend my knitterly sensibilities?
I found out from a source close to Carol (who’s name will not be mentioned for fear of reprisals) that she had another, unfinished knitting project lurking in a dark corner, shamefully hidden from me!
I made the near fatal mistake of asking about “The Charity Jumper”….
…out came a carrier bag of knitted pieces that needed to be sewn up….
……There was a reason it was kept in a dark corner….
HOW BRIGHT???!!!! 😎
There it was in all it’s toxic, neon glory.
“Where did you manage to buy neon acrylic?”, I gasped – Convinced it has been outlawed for the last 10 years under the Geneva convention…
“Oh, I’m not sure.” said Carol “It’s quite an old pattern for an appeal for African children by Anne Diamond for Good Morning Britain”
That show went off the air in 1992 – I was holding 15 year old, antique neon acrylic!
As I felt my retinas beginning to burn, Carol went for the coup de grace, “All it needs is sewing up then the poor little children can wear it…”
I nearly pointed out that the “poor little children” would now be about 25 and have families of their own. I could feel Carol’s family silently imploring me to finish the glowing creature that had sat in the corner like a fifth member of the family for so many years…
“Shall I sew it up while I’m here?” I heard myself say. 😉
It was perfectly knitted but there were so many ends!
I felt I had become Cinderella – only it was my attractive, real sister and not an ugly step sister, who was working my fingers to the bone! I was sustained only by huge, frequent helpings of tea, coffee, biscuits, cake, chocolate, tea cakes, fruit and other snacks while I worked. It was pure Hell, I tell you 😀
Just when I’d finished sewing, taken off my eye protection and thought my enslavement was complete, we had this…
Carol said, “I’m sure it’ll fit you. It’ll look great with your tan! Lets take a picture…”
I could understand that Steve needed protection when inspecting the finished creation…