Now I’m not generally one for needing everything in my life to match. It’s fairly safe to say that I don’t have a strong enough sense of what is aesthetically pleasing or for fussiness to be too bothered by such things.
So when it happens by accident that something of mine comes together in a way that works, I’m quietly chuffed and just a little bit amused. Take this project bag and sock. Were they not made for each other?
I knitted this sock on the plane to and from Melbourne yesterday and as they sat perched on my tray table, I smiled and thought if only I could be bothered to make sure all my knitting had matching project bags. Isn’t it lovely?