I FINALLY got my hands on some cable knit shorts. Not only does this mean that I no longer have to lust after an inevitably pricey pair by Stolen Girlfriend’s Club, but I can also happily say that my knitting machine is going back into storage until the next unobtainable woollen must have appears. As much as the end product is always a rewarding emblem of your sweat and tears the fact that the whole process literally DOES involve sweat and tears makes it little short of unfavourable.
I remember when I 'had' to have a green bolero so like a woman possessed broke out the knitting machine at top speed only to embark on three of the most stressful days of my life. The result was repetitive strain injury and a bolero that wouldn't have looked out of place in the faulty and damaged section of Bicester Village.
However, I am in love with cable knit.
Brought to Europe by sailors and since stylised by Scottish housewives to create the numerous different patterns that there are today it provides a textural master class for the winter wardrobe. I would have liked the shorts a bit chunkier but they saved a weeks worth of hard graft so thank you Topshop. The jumper is Mango and the scarf is Accessorize. I have had so much fun the last few days layering knits and woollen garments in reaction to the cold snap. It's definitely worth a try, I'm amazed by how many old style-lacking cardigans I have managed to resurrect!
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