“Of course, darling.”
Gaining that consent was the easy part. Wendy grinned.
“Come and sit by me on the lounge,” Nan waddled over and took her regular spot in the corner. “I think I showed you how to knit a scarf when you were very little.”
Wendy cringed. “I remember.”
“Can you still do the steps?”
Pulling out the wool and new needles, Wendy readied her fingers, making a loose granny knot in the end and slipping it onto one needle. Right needle pushes in behind the left and through the loop, slip the end of the wool between the two needles, and then jiggle and wiggle and before it all comes off one needle push the end through half and drop it onto the left needle. Casting on, sort of.
Wendy bit her lip.
“Good. Keep doing that for another ten stiches.” Nan reached for the television remote. “Do you have something you want to make?”
And this was going to be the difficult part. Wendy quickly glanced at her elder. “A jumper.”
Nan’s hand froze in the air, her finger hovering over the power button. “What kind of jumper?”
“The most adorable thing ever,” placing the needles and wool to the side, Wendy dug out her phone and brought up the pattern. “I was on Pintrest last night and found a free pattern for making my own decorative jumper.”
Please don’t say it’s too difficult.
Nan stared at the screen for a while. “That has a cable knit.”
“Hmm,” she tried to sound positive.
Please say you’ll teach me how to do all of this, pretty please. Mum already refused and I can’t work out how to do it from any of the tutorials online. Please Nan, you’re my only hope.
“Are you sure you want to start on something this advance? It’s going to take a long time to make.”
Wendy’s lips flattened out and her jaw clenched together, she gave a curt nod of her head. “I’m determined.”
“Okay then. Pull off the stiches you were starting with,” as she spoke she was swapping the remote for her glasses. “Do you have a print out of this pattern?”
“Pass me the phone,” Nan held it away from her, tilting her chin down and squinting. Like she was doing a pantomime, she placed a finger on the screen and dragged it up.
She’s been watching me?
“Wendy? How do I get this pattern?”
“Hmm?” She looked over Nan’s shoulder. “You’ve scrolled past mine.”
“I know. But I would still like to have this pattern for the penguin toy. I want to knit it for Gracie.” She scrolled a bit more. “Oh, and this one too.”
I’ve let loose a monster!