I am doing a swap with Glenda this year and I sent her a pincushion I knitted. She got it today so I can finally blog about it. When I showed a photo to my gran she loved it and made me make her one too. For some reason it’s smaller and tighter than my first one, possibly some sort of reflection on the stress in my life that week? I don’t need to keep a diary, my life is reflected through my knitting tension.