whilst clearing through the clutter, in my continuing urge to purge, i came across a pile of vintage knitting patterns given to me by my mother upon her last visit. i believe they belonged to my late aunt, but i could have completely made that up in my head and they did not.
amongst the vintage patterned treasures was a pamphlet entitled 'why shouldn't men knit?' and it truly was a splendid little piece of history that i am going to be so bold as to presume you would care for me to share.
so share i will...
i do think Penelope was most wise and from now on i will no longer call my knitting needles, sticks, but the spritely jolly name of knitting pins instead.