On Day 2 it is still raining on and off. We catch the train to town and meet Firegazer for lunch at the kids' favourite lunch meeting place: Dymocks George St. The kidlets like to pick at their food then race down the escalator to the children's floor where they ask incessantly for new books.
At 2pm I drop them at Tapestry Craft for the children's beginner knitting class. I am assured that my children are in excellent hands and encouraged to disappear to the shops for two hours.
Which I do. I head off to The Strand Arcade and stare wistfully at the clothes before going to Myer and buying
Padawan Learner new
PJs. This is not at all in keeping with my mid-life crisis goal of getting.a.new.look.
I come back just before 4pm to find three little girls listening attentively to their knitting teacher but no
Padawan Learner.
Oh, she says,
he got bored after about twenty minutes and has been wandering the store ever since.
I did think it was a long shot that he'd sit still for two hours and congratulated the teacher on keeping him there for as long as she did. Blossom, however, learnt to knit, purl and rib and had a fabulous time.
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Of course he didn't (wasn't ever gunna!) and of course she did (did you ever doubt it?).
You'll just have to come to the Capital for a weekend so I can help you get a new look (not that I think you need one) but I've seen a few different ones down here, unfortunately not all good.
Sounds like he did extraordinarily well. For a boy.
Picture this: two children sitting on the couch tonight, with lap rugs, knitting. Voluntarily.
Ah hah! So Padawan Learner was listening after-all.
Where was the camera when I needed it most?
If he knitted for 20 whole minutes I'm impressed. If he voluntarily did it at home, I'm astonished. I bet his work looks way better than mine every will. I'm guessing knitting is in their genes?
Brilliant holiday activity - sounds like it was great for everyone. My brother was a great knitter as a boy, much better than me. Knitted a jumper for himself at about 10, whereas I'm still at the scarf stage.
Of course he wasn't going to sit still for two hours and knit - oh, no - he would have absorbed the basic information, feigned complete indifference, wandered off...but all the time keeping a watching eye and ear on progress, so that he could knit in his own time and in his own way. Typical male.
Fabulous holiday entertainment. You'll be a family of knitters yet.
If Blossom takes after her mother in the knitting skills she should be up to socks by June so I look forward to a second pair from the Eastern Max family!! Love the socks, bit chilly in Melb tonight so have them on lounging around. Now that I have been exposed to such quality there is no going back to bulk factory made goods!!!
At least he was in the store ! I read later he was listening after all. There dispells the myth that boys listen with one ear and push it out the other. Although, maybe that starts at adolescence....
Yes, S, I have heard that once you try hand-knitted socks (especially Cashmere ones) you are ruined for life. Sorry.
I'll speak to Blossom about knitting you some more, but given she's struggling with a scarf for her teddy I think she may be a while...
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