Nothing. Nothing at all. Just as well.

I knit! My mother was an excellent knitter so I never saw the need for me to do it because I knew that she was always going to be much much better at it than I could ever be. So I tatted and cross stitched and macramed and tapestried until carpal tunnel meant I could no longer hold a needle. Then along came grandkids, the carpal tunnel got fixed and while recovering from the surgery I thought I should do the grandmotherly thing and knit something for the munchkins, then my DH suggested that he would like a pair of socks ...... talk about addiction! Anyway as my knitting skill slowly increased my mother’s dementia combined with her still perfectionist tendency meant that she struggled with even the most basic garter stitch square. Then came the day (which still astonishes me) when my mother told me she thought I was an excellent knitter and could I please make her a couple of pairs of socks and a hat for a funeral. I did, of course. If you’d have told me 10 years ago that I would be knitting lace, fairisle, Aran, double knitting and going to knitting groups for making new friendships I’d have laughed in your face but there ya go! Mind you there are still lots of things my mum did that I’ve told my DH he may shoot me should I ever start on the way she did!