Knitting. Okay, *whispers* I’m not actually very good at it. I can knit a mean scarf, it’s true. But it’s mean because it will curl up like a long blue strangley snake which is not exactly what you want around your neck.
I specifically mention long blue snake because I did indeed knit a scarf (blue) for an orphan somewhere or other. It wanted to curl so badly. I folded it, pressed it with the iron and a damp cloth then put it on a piece or cardboard and wrapped it tight in plastic. It looked FABULOUS. All my tiny, tiny tighter-than-necessary stitches laid out under plastic perfection.
Pity the orphan that got it.
The old ladies at the cribbage club thought it was champion. But then perhaps they were being kind. I just know they whipped up a few dozen outfits like these to send off.
I hope none of them got committed. They were sweet as.
“Nanna was committed” is an upcoming addition to the Look Mama! range.
You can see it’s sister act here.

Those poor kids. Especially the little boy. Nanna’s lucky that he didn’t stab her with the knitting needles!
– Cindi
I like those wavy ruffly scarves! or was yours just curled into a tube?
poor orphan.
(thanks for the kind comments on my little Rosie, XOXO)
My scarf was a tube. A perfect tube. Not a ruffly edge in sight. Maybe some nice person unravelled it and made something good out of it.
I’m glad Rosie is getting better, you were lucky there. : )