Click clack, click clack. There is a chill about the air at The Croakery, which means I am frantically knitting away. Wondering lazily over the spectrum of yarns packed to the rafters, a glint from the corner caught my eye. It was lust at first sight.
Gold it shimmered, soft as silk,
Enticing, knit me
luxurious, kid mohair
Something you should know about me, I perpetually fall in lust with things, anything from tiny condiment spoons to a particular colour. OK, so the haiku may be a tad odd, but I felt like writing one.
Focus Florrie. Back to the knitting………..It’s nothing fancy, when finished it will be a scarf. Yarn this beautiful speaks for itself.