I am so nine yards of uncool.
I know some cool people. I'm related to some of them. Unfortunately I just never seem to get the idea.
I cottoned onto knitting early. That's now very cool, not so much when I was 13.
I also, as my sisters love to remind me, spent a whole winter one year wearing a nose-warmer I knitted myself. A square of knit, with a band behind my head. I thought it was genius.
In my defence, I had the Sunday morning milking shift and it was damn cold out there.
I apparently made them for the whole family.
No there is no photographic evidence.
Onto my next less than cool knitting project...
I love these. No pattern. Knitted in a rectangle, stocking stitch, and sewn up with a hole left for the thumb. Utterly basic. No funky organic fabulous yarn, no circular needle, no cool double pointed needles and no, they're not even the same length, I am THAT good.
And there's more. I could kid myself these were un-useful socks repurposed, but they didn't even have a hole. I randomly chopped the toes off and hemmed them and made more wrist warmers. Because I liked the colour. And because when it's cold and you have kinda achy hands, nothing beats a bit of a wrist warmer that used to be a nice purple sock to warm things up.
All photos and unpublishable commentary about my marvellous hand-wear today care of Adman.
I'm not saying you're not cool, you know, but the people I like most usually have a good solid streak of uncool. Sometimes it's hard to find under all that cool, but I know it's there.
Uncool is best shared. Truely daggy demands witness. Please share.
Don't leave me hanging out there with my nose-warmer, I beg you.