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!

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


  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.

  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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