I bought some yarn and dug out an old crochet hook, and made a wonderful pair of fingerless gloves last week, and while the gloves were a satisfying project it only ignited that old simmering wish...
I've always longed to know how to knit... to accomplish the magic of turning a simple ball of wool into a sweater, a pair of socks, or a cosy of blanket to drape over the back of the sofa.
So this weekend when Emily showed up, knitting needles in hand, we couldn't resist a trip to our local yarn shop, which is packed with delicious yarns of every sort.
Soon Em had me casting on, knitting and purling with glee.
What a perfect pastime for a chilly January evening.