One of my strongest memories of my nanna is her knitting. She was very good and made many a jumper, cardigan, and beanie for my sister and me when we were growing up. I can remember her sitting in her chair by the fireplace and the click-clack-click-clack Continue Reading “Knitting and me: Origins”
Knitting and me: Origins
Ch-ch-ch-changes
If this interaction was face-to-face, I would be sidling awkwardly into the room, avoiding eye contact and mumbling incoherently in greeting. Continue Reading “Ch-ch-ch-changes”
Saturday morning
This morning, I went outside to check on the strawberries. Five or six ready for picking, a few needing more sun before they become ruby red. I sat down on an old rickety deck chair, with my sketchbook and pencil in hand, and listened. I could hear a lawn mower in the distance, kids next door squealing, the iconic screech of the cockatoos; the general sounds of a sunny Saturday morning. Continue Reading “Saturday morning”