Why on earth did I volunteer to knit some poppies? I was just trying to be polite but a knitting pattern, courtesy of neighbour Jenny, was pushed through my letterbox before I had even taken my coat off.
Luckily daughter Kat was home for the weekend and she said that she would teach me how to crochet some poppies and they would be done in no time at all. So we drove into Market Rasen and bought red wool, black buttons and crochet hooks.
Kat showed me how to crochet. She is right handed. I am left handed and cack handed. No matter how hard I tried I didn’t seem to have enough fingers to keep the tension or figure out which loop to insert the hook into. In the end I gave up and Kat saved the day by quickly crocheting half a dozen poppies.
Life’s too short to knit a poppy.
|I prefer puppies to poppies|