As I was teaching tap tonight I saw three youths in hoodies hanging around on the street outside the Tap Hall. They were making some noises which I put down to exuberance but actually they were breaking into my car.
They went through my glove box and ashtray (they would not have found anything there) before making off with my knitting bag, which had been left sitting temptingly on the passenger seat. I have to tell you that I am a little bit gobsmacked about having my knitting bag nicked, even when I factor in the idiocy of leaving said bag temptingly on the passenger seat! Surely once they'd looked in the bag and seen it only held wool and needles, they would have left it there? Unless they were some sort of Urban Craft Gang? Because seriously, what would 3 yoofs want with a knitting bag?
The bag was a gorgeous vinyl Harrods bag and I am very sad to lose it because it was ace, and a gift from a friend. I'm going back in daylight to search the area in case they realised the insanity of their ways and chucked it. But luckily, the Work-In-Progress, still on the needles, was lying behind the car on the road. There was wool all through the car, so I think the knitting saved itself by artfully twining itself around something in the front seat, which jerked the needles out of the bag as the bad hoodlums ran off. Yay for craft-thief-foiling-knitting! Either that, or the hoodlums didn't like the wonky edges or the bit where I knitted when I should have purled (Astrid calls it my Amish touch.) Whatever the reason, thank goodness they left it behind. If I'd lost all that chevron knitting I would have cried like a baby.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
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