Monday, October 27, 2008
Out for a duck?
My husband and a few of his mates play cricket for the local University team. Nevermind the fact that they are all, ahem, 'veterans' (and I don't mean ex military, I mean 'old'), and most of them have never stepped foot in a University (except perhaps to fix the lights)*, from my understanding it was chosen as the best club for apres-cricket beers.
So whilst some husbands ask for socks, mine asked for a cricket slipover.
And I obliged. Bendigo Woollen Mill Rustic, made up pattern, the less said about it the better. Thank god for imaginary knitting police, and wifely guilt, for I tell you this was not a labour of love, merely a labour.
But, in contrast, there's always Norah Gaughan. This cardigan is called the Wedgette (unfortunate I know), and is being dosed out at a very civilised pace over on ravelry. Can you tell which one I like more?
For the record, my husband, the absent minded professor, is a notable exception here. Can't have you thinking I'm married to an electrician can I?
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