I confessed that a shocking amount of last week was spent at the dining room table – pins in hand, the smell of wet wool filling the air – while I blocked and blocked and blocked some more. The natural result of this process is a lovely pile of freshly blocked woolies. But, if your house is anything like mine, it doesn’t present a huge number of large, flat, cat-free spaces in which to store great swaths of knitting. At the same time, I very much did not want to fold these bits up until they were safely photographed. So I pressed Miss Blossom into service.
I just wrapped her in layer after layer of knitting and stabbed a tiny straight needle in to hold it all in place. It worked surprisingly well. She’s quite stoic, never complaining about temperature swings, and the knitting is staying nicely uncrumpled while I wait for this weekend’s photo extravaganza. I knew she’d come in handy.