For years I have kept my knitting wools and needles in an old laundry stand up in the back bedroom. They’ve been sadly neglected, especially in the summer. I don’t know why – I recall the joyous satisfaction of pressing and trying on no end of jumpers that I’d knitted from patters in magazines. I chose them because they were usually modern and somewhere near the mark. Having not knitted anything of note since a charming little matineer jacket for a new neice a year ago, the knitting has again been abandoned. However I have since been inspired by colleagues in WI who are always knocking up a dozen or so fancy squares for comfy blankets. These squares are then bundled up and handed to other colleagues who crochet them together into the blankets. My knitting has been given a jump start – I’m producing hundreds of red poppies for a rememberance display in November.