The quilted satin bedjacket
I liked to do a bit of knitting as well as sewing because I could watch TV at the same time. One Christmas I made an entire set of Raggy Dolls for a granddaughter.
I also recall knitting several small cardigans with intarsia farm animals and fruit decorations. I loved knitting for small children (I still do) as I could create interesting designs which would also not take too long to finish.
Much as I liked to knit, I could only ever allow myself to make something once I had a reason to. Being a tidiness freak who has to have a good reason to give something a home, I could never just make things without knowing they had somewhere to go. I could also only create things which I had a strong wish to make at that time.
I still think that embarking on a knitting project is a bit like starting a love affair. You see the yarn in a shop and your fingers just itch to touch it and get started. Once begun you eye it up during those times when other chores are more pressing, eager for that moment when you can take it in your arms once again.
But that desire has to be kept alive. For me, the death knoll for any knitted garment was when the sight of it sitting on the settee, waiting for me, became synonymous with clutter rather than longing. Banishment to the knitting cupboard, out of sight, meant it would probably never be finished as there was always a newer and more intriguing project in the wings.