It Has To Be Done

Well it has only been waiting for twenty years, not long in the scheme of things. My mum's old knitting machine has finally found a new home. No longer is it languishing in various parts of my home. No I finally put it on free cycle on Saturday morning and I couldn't believe how many people wanted it. Honest I put that I hadn't a clue how the thing worked or even if it worked. I put that I had lots and lots, and lots of boxes of attachments, lots of it, not a clue what it all does. Still they kept coming in their droves to my email inbox.  A nice lady has been to collect it today. She seemed awfully pleased with it. She acutally seemed to know what all of the boxes contained... I could have told her, bits of knitting machine.

Ah well, bye bye knitting machine, I will miss stubbing my toe on you as I attempt to shimmy my way past you. I will miss the big hairy spiders that love to hide in your boxes only to scurry out as I am doing my shimmy, making me stub my toes even harder. But I won't miss the memories of my mum sitting at the table whirring the carriage back and forth whilst listening to her favourite music.  I will always have those memories. They were not included on free cycle. xx