I haven’t been brave enough to knit in public before. I don’t really know why. Why do we feel like that? Is it because we think we might be classed as being an old granny? Isn’t it only old grannies that knit? Of course it isn’t. I am not old and I am not a granny. But I will be a granny (actually a nana) in three weeks time.
This is what I was knitting when I visited my local cafe for a coffee. A lady at a nearby table called out to me and said how wonderful it was to see someone knitting. I actually felt proud. This is a little 0 – 3 months hoody for my grandson. It should fit him perfectly in the middle of our New Zealand winter.