I come from a long line of knitters. My mum and granny could whip off an insanely complex Aran sweater while reading a book.

The gene passed me by. They tried to teach me, but I never got beyond four inches of tight, grubby wool intended to be a Doctor Who scarf (all the rage when I was about 13; we wore them to school, long enough to brush the floor, and then they got banned in case we tripped on them or something.)

Still, I have enough appreciation for the craft to ooh and ah over the projects my friend does and my jaw dropped when she showed me her latest one, a pair of socks she's very kindly knitting to send to my dad in England.

Did you know that they sell wool now that's self-striping? So you have a ball of multicolored wool, all messy looking and random, and as you knit with it, the stripes appear as if by magic?

That is awesome. I am awed. I don't have a clue how it works, but that is very, very clever.
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My mum (who apparently has the same knitting gene as your mum and granny) calls it "magic wool". It's amazing. And she is very grateful not to have to change colours all the time!
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