Say it with Knitwear

When I first went to University I was determined to be myself. I arrived at the flat I was to share with 4 other people in the late morning on my 20th Birthday, 23rd of September 2003. (check out what month it is people!) It was a momentous day, and one I had been waiting for for my entire gap year. The sun shone, everyone was new and exciting, and my outlook on the life ahead couldn't have been more positive. Infact, I was so confident that I went up to people and introduced myself. It was liberating. Oddly. Now I think about it.

Thats pretty much how my mood remained for the whole term. It felt amazing because I was far away from all the people I knew at school who held all their preconceptions about me. I was so comfortable with myself for the first time in my life. It was on the third day there that I got out my knitting and sat in the kitchen making myself a new scarf for the winter. (thats the only thing I can knit) And my flatmates started to notice how I was capable of drinking more mugs of tea than all of them put together. My identity as a grandmother figure was born. And to be honest, I quite like it.

Three years on it seems like nothing much has changed, apart from my sunshiny outlook, which has been dulled down to a selfcontrolled glow. I was thinking about this today because I have recently started knitting again. This came about because my Mum, who's recovering from illness, said she wanted to make a quilt out of knitted squares, because she's bored of sitting around not able to do much. I said I'd help because I always like an excuse to knit... strange but true! I've made it my task for the rest of 2006 to learn how to knit more exciting things... maybe a jumper... oh and to get a job of course... damn, I knew there was something I should be doing... there's the procrastination again...

More anon dear folk