Dunceishere says 'meh, whatever'
I brought knitting needles and a ball of wool from Spotlight on a whim a few months ago. It was the middle of winter and I thought it’d be nice to have something to do while I was sitting down watching the telly every now and again.
As it turns out I remembered everything my mum taught me when I was little and I power-knitted through the first ball of wool. I went back to get more wool of the same colour – but it was all gone.
I was gutted.
My beautiful navy blue scarf may never be any longer.
I rang my mum to see if there was any wool left in the city she lived in. There was, and she sent it down.
The problem is – that somewhere in that week and a half where I had no ball of wool, I lost the motivation to knit. Now I have random bit of wool hanging around in my living room.
But hopefully not for much longer…