It actually feels that way lately. I learnt to knit when I was younger, and like so many other people, my grandma taught me how. However, only for the last year or so have I been knitting things seriously - and far from last year's rather sad garter stitch scarves I made for EVERYONE for Christmas, I feel like I'm getting rather nifty at it. Learning new things is like an addiction, and picking up a finished article and thinking "Dude... did I make that?" is pretty darn satisfying.

Once again, Christmas presents from me are going to be knitted - which means my husband can sit back knowing his Christmas shopping is all but done - but I'm putting a lot more time, effort and love into making them. They won't be shoddy rectangles of knitted yarn, so I think they'll be much better received.

As I type this there are four more balls of yarn making their way from New Lanark (I swear, this place will become the sole outlet of the yarn I use), which will become various winter-weather accessories for various family members. I'm genuinely excited about making these things, and I hope my family don't mind being the recipients of the products of my obsession.