Some old skills may get rusty, but they're just lying dormant. Biding their time. Or so it seems.
Sure it's only a small square with some garter stitch rows and some stockinette in lurid (but kind of fabulous) purple acrylic yarn, but it was my first attampt at knitting in over 30 years. It's neat enough to be enouraging, yet not so neat that I can look at it and think My work here is done. You know? Anyway, it was fun and after I took this off the needles I had a stab at a sample of 4x4 rib* with the intention of knitting a scarfe for winter.
Only, not in this yarn. Something more natural maybe.
So, it's like I have a new hobby all of a sudden. My gran taught me to do basic knitting when I was around 10, and I haven't picked up a pair of needles since shortly afterwards. I'm a bit slow and fumbly at present, but at least the results are neat(ish) and improving.
* See that, that's technical knitting talk y'all!
[PS: I should say how much fun I had taking this photo. Early morning, using the lovely grey weathered surface of my outdoor table as a backdrop, and trying to angle a makeshift reflector (foil covered baking dish!) to throw some extra light - whilst shooting with the other hand. Muti-tasking y'all.]