I decided to tidy up my office space – radical enough in itself. Then I came across a notebook, the spine of which I hadn’t cracked open in ages.
A friend bought me this book years ago, and I used it as a reference for my knitting. There are projects recorded here that had been long forgotten – until I gazed upon the scraps of discontinued wool and the brittle, yellow pieces of sellotape. My heart squeezed tight as the years peeled away.
The very first project in my knitting notebook is a cardigan that I made (and never wore) as I sat on my new boyfriend’s sofa, five(ish) years ago. Anyone out there remember the first time you dared knit in front of someone? Now, THAT’s love!
At some point over the years, I abandoned this notebook in favour of the online catalogue of knitting projects – Ravelry. I love so much that web technology has brought to my life. An education, friends, a diary of my life. You! But nothing can replace the memories in this book. I’m determined to start a new chapter.
I wonder if a similair, physical catalogue of my sewing should be instigated. Perhaps we should all have a scrapbook? Those pieces of fabric that get tossed in the bin, or allocated to the patchwork basket – wouldn’t they make a wonderful diary? I bet some of you out there already have impressive notebooks. I’d love to hear about them. Any photos to share?
Memories are made of this. They deserve paper, ink and sellotape.