How else do you explain how this completely knitted dress: spontaneously became this: It’s got to be time-travel. Somehow, my knitted dress, which only required ends-weaving and tender blocking, has de-evolved into a pile of yarn cakes, a rumpled pattern and a new cast-on. Wait, I think I’ve got it: the cognitive collision caused when [...]

I’ve just started knitting a dress. I don’t pretend to understand this impulse. Let’s play bethini: Pyschoanalyst MD. For a very long time I resisted the urge to explore the possibility of knitting anything other than wintery woolly goods. Jumpers, vests, hats, mitens, etc. All good and proper, wool-appropriate things. Trousers, skirts, shorts and dresses; [...]

She emerges: a calmer and (dare I say it?) (dare! dare!) more sophisticated manifestation than I had ever imagined. And hot damn, she is sexay. Green Sprite is cast off. Actually, while we’re on the topic, and to titillate you further by delaying the Final Photo, I want to talk about the binding off. I [...]

Green Sprite grows, the teasing little trollop. She wakes me from my sleep with promises of how damn sexy she’s going to be; she whispers little enticements to encourage me to pick up the needles… Things are progressing, with far more potential and substance than any previous manifestation of this vague and elusive vision.

I have begun the rebeginning! I’m taking two innocent red tops that have been brutalised by cruel fate and also the washing machine (cruel washing machine) and rebirthing them. Or reincarnating them. Not sure which yet. I guess reincarnating: I’m pretty sure you can do the rebirth thing without dying. And since I’m unravelling these [...]