There are limits to knitting. I know, I know, it feels almost blasphemous to say so, but there are certain things knitting simply cannot do, where it becomes, dare I say it, useless. Nevertheless, knitting’s all I’ve got, so this is my birthday gift to my darling friend Lucy:
Alas, it’s about as much help as a chocolate kettle when it comes to beating breast cancer. But it’s soft, it’s silky, it’s in a hand-dyed shade of coral pink called ‘Party Shoes’, and it’s packed with as much love and good-old knitting mojo as I could muster. Besides, knowing Lucy, that crappy illness is getting its arse soundly kicked already.