The Bloke's Jumper has been on the needles for some time, sitting, waiting in all its greyness, for something to happen.
The Bloke chose grey "if you must knit me a jumper".
Don't be too hard on him. It is a pretty frightening wait while the love is lavished night in and night out, for hundreds of hours, into something one might, in the end, not want to be caught dead in.
So grey it is. One might pontificate that The Bloke sees himself as sensible, grown up, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself.
I reckon he just ain't game!
So last night - a revelation. Or is that a revolution. The Bloke won't even notice. A line here. A line there. A random spill of lusciousness.
Of course Monsieur Mick from Time Team (on the far left) must REALLY love his wife.
He owns and wears, publicly on International television an entire wardrobe of rainbow jumpers AND beanies!
And he seems an eminently sensible man.
Post Script: Ah one should always do one's homework. Mick Aston's wife did not knit his stripey jumpers. Indeed I don't know if he even has a wife. A number of women friends knitted his stripey jumpers. One can only therefore conclude that he must REALLY love his women friends!
The pattern is Jared's Jumper, a perfect canvas for rows of joy.