I knit. I knit less these days, but when I do it is gloriously satisfying. I learned as a child the intricacies of plain, purl and pass the slip stitch over. My stash of wool is more than I could ever knit up. It is a kind of unformulated security blanket that sits in a large plastic box. I have metal and bamboo pins along with a prized set of Knit Pro interchangeable needles. I drool over colour and buy wool with the intention of making something, but my stash is a testament to the desire being greater than the action. My knitting hero is Kaffe Fassett. A few years…