For the first time ever, we have only one child going back to school tomorrow. It's the last year of uniform, and she is determined to wear the much rolled-over short skirt and the sweatshirt with the shredded cuffs to the bitter end. I'm delighted I don't have to go shopping for uniform ever again - and that sewing in name tapes is a thing of the past. I've never been convinced by the need for school uniform, and I've followed the recent debate (and some great letters) about it in The Guardian with great interest and amusement.
The only aspect of school uniform that interests me are the colours. This is Phoebe with my 'School Colours' blanket (pattern in the knitting book) which is knitted as five scarves that are then sewn together. It's designed to go with any school uniform (only colours missing are grey and black) as I never could adhere to uniform rules. It took me six weeks to knit and reminded me of how happy I was to get out of my own black and gold uniform.
[I could have called this post 'The Eyes Have It']