Knitting is fun…
… especially if you’re a kitten.
Way back when, round about this t
ime of year, Jen, Dad and I took a trip up to Churchill, Manitoba to see the polar bears. We travelled from Toronto – spending 3 days on the train. On the way, Jen taught me how to knit, patiently putting down her own knitting (a hat for Dad) every time I dropped a stitch. My plan had been to make a scarf to wear whilst we were in Churchill, but I didn’t actually manage to finish it until we were back in Winnipeg.
ime of year, Jen, Dad and I took a trip up to Churchill, Manitoba to see the polar bears. We travelled from Toronto – spending 3 days on the train. On the way, Jen taught me how to knit, patiently putting down her own knitting (a hat for Dad) every time I dropped a stitch. My plan had been to make a scarf to wear whilst we were in Churchill, but I didn’t actually manage to finish it until we were back in Winnipeg.Anyhow, after that I started a sweater, and actually made some decent progress with it, until a 
certain point when I got confused, put it to one side in the hope that someone could tell me how to fix it, and forgot about it.
certain point when I got confused, put it to one side in the hope that someone could tell me how to fix it, and forgot about it.
Now that I’m about to head off to Antarctica, I’m contemplating having a go at a new knitting project. Nothing too complicated (famous last words) but something to get my teeth into on the “at sea” (and hopefully not seasick) days. First of all, though, I thought I should take out the knitting needles again and see if I could actually remember how.
After a few false starts, I finally managed to cast on, only to discover that Rasha had chewed the yarn right through. Another attempt, and I manage to create a few rows of stockinette stitch, before giving it to Rasha to kill.