Endearingly Honest18 March 2010
Those of you who know my husband probably see him as a kind and polite man – and you’d be right. He’s charming and witty and intelligent. He’d never deliberately say anything to hurt me.
But, ACCIDENTLY . . . . he’s a master.
One evening we were watching television and I was, as usual, knitting. He generally takes no notice and in fact I could (and have) knit surprise items for him right under his nose. But this particular evening (and I can’t remember what I was working on), he DID notice and asked “What are you trying to knit?” Note the TRYING TO!
For Christmas, he decided to buy me a new swimming costume. Great idea – mine were particularly tatty and he has very good taste, but he’s hardly ever bought clothing for me. So he announced on Christmas morning that, as he wasn’t sure what size to get, he dug out an old costume and “I know you’ve had it for quite a while so I bought the next size up”.
He doesn’t really think I’m a fat, useless knitter . . . it just comes out that way sometimes.