15.8.12

The Process of Memory


The process of remembering things is such a perplexing/convoluted/quirky thing! I was convinced that I had forgotten how to knit! I was so certain of this that I was about to book myself in for a knitting class.

Then my path collided with the Loop yarn shop in Angel. 



I bought some bamboo needles and some yarn with the help of a very nice sales assistant and scarpered home to give it a go.



Armed with my thick needles and my chunky yarn, I was alarmed to find memories flooding back.....



It's a strange thing to forget that you remember something.

Perhaps I had deposited the memories in my mental attic? My mother taught me to knit when I was about 7. She died a few years later and with her departure, my knitting needles were left forgotten.

I am extremely out of practice but I am glad that I remember the basics. There is something indescribably comforting in the recovery of my memories, the soft and squishy yarn and the warmth of the bamboo needles.

I hope to make something cosy for the colder seasons and I may even show you how it turns out!

\\IN OTHER NEWS:
I have a posted a little blog sale today. So you can get your hands on some lovely makeup HERE

2 comments:

  1. My aunt used to knit a lot and when I was younger she taught me but I didn't stick at it. So wish I did, I can imagine its very comforting and you get such a sense of pride when you produce something with your own hands. Especially with a skill you thought you'd forgotten.

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  2. Memories are such strange beasts and especially when tangled up with traumatic times. Was recently having discussion with my brother who says he remembers his 1st birthday which I don't think is possible! Anyway look forward to seeing your final efforts.

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