Blog one (purl two)

After yet another afternoon spent sifting through the shelves of Scarthin Bookshop I discovered the book that started it all. I knocked it off a shelf and it fell open and I fell deeply in love



Now, you may be wondering a number of things: who is that headless man? Why is he covering her eyes? Is it to protect her identity? How can one photo cope with so much ill-fitting pinstripe trouser? Are those giant Jelly Beans randomly stuck hither and thither? But by far the most important question, the one that has induced my knitwear-based nightmares is... well it requires closer inspection and is best said in picture form.



Is that a... balding snowman? What is that he's holding? Surely it's not a tuba?! IS HE PLAYING A TUBA?



Knitting pattern says: yes. Yes he is.