I am a Harry Potter fan.
Even typing it I feel a little embarrassed. I don’t know why, but it seems when a bunch of teenagers jump on the bandwagon it’s not cool anymore. I’m ruining my street cred and admitting, I like a bit of Mr Potter.
When I first read the books I was rather envious of Mrs Weasley’s Christmas jumpers. I really wanted a big over sized woolly jumper with a ‘B’ on. I don’t know why everyone in the book hated them, I LOVED the idea. But could I knit myself one?
BIG. FAT. NO. WAY. JOSE.
When I was in Y4 at primary school I joined the knitting club. I rather liked sewing, so knitting couldn’t be that different, could it? I found a lovely pattern of a pop-up cactus. Two weeks later, I was invited to leave knitting club. No Joke.
I’ve never tried to knit a pop-up cactus since.
Hooowever, my Harry Potter jumper dreams didn’t die just because I couldn’t knit. You see my mother in law is a very talented knitter, She’s made me mittens and gloves that fit my mammoth long fingers, she’s made Holly a lovely blanket and jumper, and I recently tentatively mentioned to her my dream of a jumper, a jumper with a big B on the front.
We picked colours and here is my early birthday present!! I love it so so SO much! it’s just AMAZING!!!
Look… these are mine and Holly’s jumpers!
We happened to be invited by some lovely friends to go to the The wonderful world of Harry Potter. What better place to wear my Weasley jumper?? It’s well worth a visit, but leave yourself a whole day. If you haven’t been and don’t want it spoiling, don’t scroll down.
I may have succumbed to the gift shop and bought a Gryffindor scarf. Geek or Sheek?