The One That Got Away

I find myself feeling quite sorry for this woolly boa constrictor:



Surely no one is EVER going to wear that. They didn't even bother getting some backcombed model to look just plain cross in it like they do in most other inexplicable 1980s knitting patterns. Its one chance of ever fulfilling its jumper-y destiny has been denied to it.

Having said that: who knows?! Maybe there are people out there who want to look like they're being throttled by a snake whilst wearing, of all colours, lilac.

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.