Well, if you’re as mad as a meat axe, then you take your knitting on a tropical holiday.
Just call me Ms Oh Waily, the meat axe.
Yes. I did. It is true. I am not making it up. I did take knitting on my holiday to Fiji.
In my defense, it was knitting for my son. A nice jersey for him to wear through the drudgery of the New Zealand winter. And as anyone who is the parent of two young children can tell you, peace and quiet to use pointy implements of any kind is a rarity that could stand alongside gold or diamonds in value. (White gold for me, thanks.)
So, with the assistance of those on holiday with me, I took the opportunity to do in two weeks what could have taken months at home. I knit and I knit and I read and then I knit some more, then I squeezed in a bit more reading, and finally I knit again. Now all I need to do is sew. Sew it up and make it into something that actually could be worn by a small boy needing a bit of warming up. I’ve taken a photo so you can see what a tropical knitting holiday can do for a small one’s winter wardrobe. Don’t laugh too hard, it’s been decades since I took up knitting needles in anger for anything more than a scarf and you would all definitely laugh at the boat necked 1980s jersey that was my first full knitted creation.
Update: Gran Oh Waily very kindly did the sewing up and now Master Oh has his own personal cashmere/merino/silk tent to wear throughout this and several winters to come. Maybe I overestimated the need for it to be *roomy*.
If you made it this far, then here’s a few gratuitous holiday photographs including the little Master himself taking his first dip in a swimming pool.
Mr Oh Waily instilling bad habits at an early age…
Master Oh, all at sea on dry land. Not content with his own floating palace he wants to try out his sister’s for size.
There are more photographs to come, but mostly they were taken by Gran & Pop Oh Waily, so I need to organise to get copies to share.