Anyone else spot the wool-based error in last night’s ‘Call the midwife’?
Where the nurses and nuns were seen to be knitting squares for a blanket, only to then lovingly sew together hundreds of crocheted ones to produce the final, beautiful article that probably did what any doctor couldn’t do and saved Chummy’s life.
I know the difference between knits and purls and doubles and trebles due to a mis-spent youth. When the other kids were riding bikes, smoking and pretending to be Suzi Quatro with mock leather jackets and feather cuts, I was at my aged Aunt’s house, learning how to crochet; a skill that I have strangely never lost. However, this is not something one puts on one’s CV. Instead, I have been known to spend hours crocheting an intricate baby blanket for a friend’s wrinkled newborn and say that I bought it at a designer craft market, so as not to appear like a social reject.
Things are definitely changing. It’s now OK to quilt, quill, knit, sew, felt, stuff and emboss. But crochet? Hard to make it cool and I am permanently on a quest to find hip and trendy patterns (although, I must admit that my large, red, crocheted poppy did cause quite a stir on Remembrance Day).
My search will go on and I am planning to indulge my creative urges at the Knitting and Stitching show at Olympia this week. Wearing dark glasses and a headscarf of course….