You may remember that my lovely friend and partner in crime Georgia is actually a forriner from the Land of the Free. I’m sorry to say she won’t be staying in this Sceptred Isle forever, so for her birthday this weekend I thought I’d make her a bit of Blightly paraphernalia to take back with her, along with the other idioms and idiosyncrasies that I am indoctrinating her with.
I looked for a crochet phone box pattern and came up blank. There is a fab one in Knit London but not being a knitter it is no good for me. In the end I freestyled it, but if anyone is interested in a pattern I could write it up.