I spent yesterday morning with my backside seemingly glued to my favourite spare room chair as I sat for hours making a gift for my daughter. I had the 'craft' mood upon me and decided that as she is 'ooop north' at University, and winter may be cold, I would knit her a beret. I know....making a young woman something homemade to wear is a tricky thing. Sometimes it is 'wow mom that's great....can you make my friends one?' and at other times it is a long withering look and comments about care in the community and calling childline............
I enjoyed the sitting there purling and knitting and vowing silently in my head to never drink again (d'you hear that Auntiegwen?..will I ever learn?)
The rythmic backwards and forwards was quite soothing and perhaps I carried on longer that I should have....or maybe it is supposed to slouch in some way?
But let us be honest.
IT IS NOT GOOD.
As you can see for yourself.
Actually I don't think it can be called a beret at all.
A big bowl of WRONG really.
Wrong in so many ways.
Bad colour, bad size, bad shape and strange to look at and ... well .... just a waste of wool.
I am going to unpick it and do something else with it...the question is what?