I love, love, love to knit!
Everything about it makes me happy! The squooshy, sweetie coloured, softness of balls of wool; the ummming and arrrrrrring, the holding, the putting down, the buying, the stashing away in your bag; the vast array of fabby needles that can be bought, found, thrifted; the lovely folk who do it...quite often, it would seem, covertly ('you knit toooooooooo?! oh me too! Lets be best friends!! or thats the way it goes with me!); the feeling that when you have a knitting project secretly stashed in your bag, you are never alone!
It is always as the weather begins to cool and I begin to sing school songs that I suddenly have a full force craving to pick up sticks and begin at least a months full on love in with my knitting!
And this woolly love is extended to my Christmas wreaths. If I could have one of these on my door all year long I would! ((to be found in my folksy shop from October)
It says "Yes! This is a house where homemade warmth resides, come in and have a cup of tea and a slice of wonky Victoria Sandwich!