Sometimes a girl just needs to knit some ferns. This is the story of a late Victorian box settle. I give you exhibit A:- 'Tis a popular piece of furniture in our house. The twinnage pats the carved lions' heads and practise roaring. Mr TwistedYarn dumps his legal files on it to a depth of three feet. And I sit on it and contemplate things. It needs a cushion though, doesn't it? So I'm knitting. I found a lovely design on Ravelry: Continue Reading