The Underground is synonymous with excitement, in my book. If I'm jammed on the tube, it is because I am heading somewhere awesome. There are people to watch and a sense of purpose about the whole enterprise. Yes, dirty, smelly, hot, overcrowded and expensive - all these are valid criticisms, but I do still enjoy the thrill of travelling on the tube hugely.
When I caught sight of this, I ordered some.
Intrigued? Very colourful isn't it? But not just any colours. It gives a hint as you begin to wind the skein.
Casting on for the first sock was exciting. I discovered and trialled the super stretchy sock cast on, which is a teeny bit fiddly, but is also a triumph - I will use it again.
Knit, knit, knit - you know how it goes when you are using teeny needles. But slowly the sock emerges. And I found the perfect backdrop for photographing the first finished one - Nancy's teatowel.
Because those wild coloured stripes? They correspond to the colours of the lines on the London Underground map.
They might also be classed as art - my Needles and Nater group are taking part in Oxfordshire artweeks this year - my contribution? A washing line of handknit socks. Beauty and function. Bit like the underground map, now I come to think of it.