tricot

we're at it again.

with the impending cold of winter almost upon us thoughts move to wrappingupwarm and great big knitted jerseys. and being as we have nannie (knitter of extraordinary woollen winter items) staying with us, what better way to pass our evenings than to attach ourselves to a set of needles and a ball of wool.

except, you may recall, suffering a severe case of déja vu, i seem to be once again, knitting in foreign languages.

take two idiots (ok, we're not idiots- we do know one end of a knitting needle from the other)
one expert
and a knitting magazine in english....

you see, despite the fact that p is a master translater, fluent in both english and french, this whole knitting business is entirely foreign. and although i know a little about knitting, my knitting experiences are somewhat international. having been taught by my english nanna when i was younger and reprogrammed by an argentinian collegue whilst reading a knitting book in france it is no wonder i have, basically, no bleeding idea.

keep it simple: don't be taking on elaborate aran jumpers or anything.

buy big needles- big progress- big mistakes.

anyway, we do hope, that some time before the end of the winter, we will have knitted ourselves something slightly more significant than a rectangle. (or, un rectangle if you like).

xx
mama b