For those of you that love to knit, well I most certainly did when I was at the tender age of 13 years old. It was fashion then to have a large out size jumper known then as a sloppy Joe. Fashion I just loved it and wanted to be what shall we say Fashionable or so I thought. I started to knit my precious jumper in a lovely pink , not a vivid pink just a soft pink. I would clank away with the knitting needles after school , hoping to finish this generous garment. So getting neared to finishing was quite exciting. But what happens when you get to the last couple of inches and run out of wool.....I didn't have much pocket money those days Mum tried her best but I think we only got one shilling each. So it was either walk to the store in town and bus back or vice verse.I took to taking the bus to town before closing time. One ball of pink wool was in my possession I was so happy. Except for the long walk home but at that tender age it was nothing was it, 2 miles..
I finished my lovely jumper in no time yippee oh it gave me such a thrill. There it was my sloppy Joe , and before you know it I slipped it over my head. Yikes I said to Mum its too long I can't wear this , I'm going to look such a silly billy. That's how it should look she said and indeed it was long and very sloppy. My sister was mad about it but she was a lousy knitter, so guess who got the job of knitting another one in a bright blue, yes you've guessed me.Oh and her friend from school . After that I didn't knit much well I was 14 years old by that time and I thought it was time to get out into the world , there where better things to do. A few years later I must add I took up chrochet. But thats another story.....