Like most women my age*, I love a good knit. So you can imagine my delight upon discovering a knitting shop here in Bangkok. Not only does it have a wide variety of yarns and sticks**, but grandmas like me can also enjoy a cup of tea and a chat, all the while plugging away on our latest masterpiece.
This little slice of geriatric heaven is called the Big Knit. And it's actually quite a hip spot. Somewhere along the line, knitting got pretty cool. It might have been around this time that I took my first stab at it. Living in Brooklyn. Feeling the pressure.
So I learned from my aunt, one summer in Vermont. And as you can tell, I have pretty much perfected the art form.
I like the Big Knit because there is inspiration everywhere.
Some downright delightful.
And some uncomfortable.
And perhaps one day I will move on from gifting family and friends with scarves full of holes that they feel obligated to wear - and move on to bigger and better things.
But folks. If it ever goes too far. If you ever see me making my way towards you, a mad glint in my eye, trying to present you with this:
Smack me across the face.
*Eighty years old.