“I love getting surprise gifts, so when the Accomplished Knitter presented me with a beautifully wrapped box, I couldn’t wait to open it. Excitement, however, quickly turned to dismay…
A TOASTER?
That’s not what I call a suitable present! “Oh for goodness sake, it’s time for you to grow up!” she said, somewhat grumpily. “@ust open the box.” With a sinking heart I did what I was told and there, nestled in the toaster box, were seven balls of the most sumptuous yarn, in a beautiful deep burgundy. “Oh, wow!,” was my rather stunned response. “I’m not joking,” she continued, “it really is time for you to grow up. You’ve spent far too much time knitting little bits of this and that and creating nothing substantial. Here’s the pattern, there’s…
