Do you know that feeling when you take your knitting (or crochet) somewhere, only to return later with less of it than you had when you left home? No? Just me, then? Hang on, I know it's not just me because sometimes at knit-night in the pub, a friend∗ is overheard muttering, "Aargh, I'm three stitches short again!" before yanking out her needles and ripping away three hours'-worth of intricate cabling. This definitely, definitely has nothing to do with the wine or gin that we've been Continue Reading