A shirt I made and some green.
We were awakened by the creak of the door. Sister and I shared a single bed. Despite an occasional backache we did not mind. It was quite handy as in winter we would keep ourselves warm and, if my back was itchy she would even scratch it for me. Surely, I'd have to return the favour by doing the same. In fact, this often happened because the bedbugs were eating us alive. The door was opened by Magdalene, the landlady. She was in everyday to enquire about the rent, which we couldn't afford. Like any good mercenary, she would spend hours lecturing how she needed the money urgently and threatening us with eviction.

Our full pay check was given to her which would instantly put a grin to her face. A grin that was quickly suppressed by a sense of disdain. She would also try to fob us with promises about how she would get rid of the bedbugs. She obviously never did, as it was not the bedbugs she wanted to get rid of, but of us. However, her ripostes would leave us feeling quite ambivalent towards her. No longer after Magdalene left, we heard a whistle from downstairs."Get ready, girls. I am here." - That was Joe. He was a really nice guy. Tall and slightly fat, green eyes. He had a crush on my sister but, she only wanted to be friends. He was okay with friendship and would take us out for dinner almost every night. That was nice. That way I kept the little money I had for the gaming centre.

We walked the cold streets talking about his friend. One of Joe's idiosyncrasies was talking about his friend Mark. I did not talk much, I never did. I’d just look around me and, let my mind drift to nonsense. Joe would always order a coke with lime and ice for me -every time - I liked that. We’d eat and talk more about his friend. After dinner, we saw Carol coming into our direction with a big grin on her face. " Guys, there is a TV in the rubbish just next corner.” She nodded to my sister suggesting this was an amazing opportunity,that shouldn't be missed. Joe had to leave to meet his friend Mark. So, the three of us walked down the streets being target of male glances. The TV did not look as great as Carol had mentioned but we picked it up anyway.

The three of us carrying an old TV down the dirty pavements of that cold street. I watched sister and Carol awkwardly laughing in order to disguise a weird sensation of embarrassment, whilst my tiny hands dishonestly pretended to help them out. Carol watched The Blob with us that night, ceaselessly scratching her arms during the whole film.

25 of November 2014.

After the cardigan now it's time to knit the socks. There's a felt egg brooch I made for it as well. I have also been drawing. There are just so many things I want to do but not enough time. I get myself deciding between knitting, sketching or reading..I haven't read much lately.
The city is humid and I’ve been seeing lots of mushrooms. I got this book on herb garden but, the weather demotivated me to start a herb garden so I guess I will just look at the pretty illustrations instead. I have also made a few little mushroom felt badges.
Hello, it has been a while, hello if there's anyone out there who still read my blog. I am now twenty three years old and I wonder what my priorities should be. It hasn't been easy but neither hard but what is harder is knowing that things will get harder and gathering the strength to face them. Enough said and drama aside, I have been into knitting a lot lately. Not so very good at it yet but slowly I get there. Between worries and wools I have also been dreaming about water and flood. The city has been chaotic and I hate it, especially public transport.