April 6, 2010
My grandparents house was another place that I loved to be. I adored my grandparents, in fact, I think I was closer to them than my real parents. I remember long hours sitting at my grandmother's feet, watching horse jumping on the telly, as she unravelled the wool from the suit she knitted last season and reknitted it into a more fashionable version for the current season. Strangely, it never looked very different to my inexperienced eye, but my grandmother was an expert at thrift and now that I understand the work involved more clearly I marvel at her ingenuity.