Knitting away late tonight. This is just a simple hat which I cast on earlier in the week to have as portable travel knitting when I go home to Ireland next week. I love the colour of this yarn (Quince & Co), and I adore the bright blue DPNs I’m using which are just a pleasure to wield. I have a week of holidays next week and this fact is sinking in more and more with every passing minute and therefore I’m becoming extremely excited and yet calm. I’m in a pretty good place right now I think, I am definitely in no position to complain. Looking forward to what the first few months of 2012 has in store for me.
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Knitting away late tonight. This is just a simple hat which I cast on earlier in the week to have as portable travel knitting when I go home to Ireland next week. I love the colour of this yarn (Quince & Co), and I adore the bright blue DPNs I’m using which are just a pleasure to wield.

I have a week of holidays next week and this fact is sinking in more and more with every passing minute and therefore I’m becoming extremely excited and yet calm. I’m in a pretty good place right now I think, I am definitely in no position to complain. Looking forward to what the first few months of 2012 has in store for me.

It was only recently that I discovered I have an obsession with physical interaction. This moment dawned on me while I was standing in front of this large sketch by Leonardo Da Vinci at the National Gallery. I knew the work well from my studies in university and finally seeing it in person was a real thrill for me. As I peered closely at the work I could see the individual strokes of the artist. My hand trembled as I snuffed out my temptation to reach out and touch the aging parchment. I asked myself, “Why do I want to touch this so much? Why do I need a physical interaction with something that is intended to be admired visually?” I thought back to one of my first visits to London and my boyfriend pointed out an ancient Roman wall which stands nearby Tower Hill Underground station next to the iconic Tower Bridge. As soon as he told me it was a Roman wall I dashed over and laid my palms on the stone. I thought about the people who laid the stone, about those that designed and planned the structure and I thought of who ordered the wall built in the first place. By touching the wall with my own skin I felt a connection to the ancient past. I think it’s absolutely magical. A physical touch between human beings is the most intimate kind of gesture no matter whether the intention behind it is caring or damaging. As soon as things become physical it crosses into a more extreme place. I knew that the oil on my fingertips would damage the ancient paper on which Leonardo drew his beautiful works, but if I could just touch it then I would have more than just a visual connection with this great artist, I would have the physical too. I resisted the urge, but for me the physical is very important. The cool water of a mountain spring, the rough bark of an old oak or the warm embrace of friends old and new.
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It was only recently that I discovered I have an obsession with physical interaction. This moment dawned on me while I was standing in front of this large sketch by Leonardo Da Vinci at the National Gallery. I knew the work well from my studies in university and finally seeing it in person was a real thrill for me. As I peered closely at the work I could see the individual strokes of the artist. My hand trembled as I snuffed out my temptation to reach out and touch the aging parchment. I asked myself, “Why do I want to touch this so much? Why do I need a physical interaction with something that is intended to be admired visually?”

I thought back to one of my first visits to London and my boyfriend pointed out an ancient Roman wall which stands nearby Tower Hill Underground station next to the iconic Tower Bridge. As soon as he told me it was a Roman wall I dashed over and laid my palms on the stone. I thought about the people who laid the stone, about those that designed and planned the structure and I thought of who ordered the wall built in the first place. By touching the wall with my own skin I felt a connection to the ancient past. I think it’s absolutely magical.

A physical touch between human beings is the most intimate kind of gesture no matter whether the intention behind it is caring or damaging. As soon as things become physical it crosses into a more extreme place. I knew that the oil on my fingertips would damage the ancient paper on which Leonardo drew his beautiful works, but if I could just touch it then I would have more than just a visual connection with this great artist, I would have the physical too.

I resisted the urge, but for me the physical is very important. The cool water of a mountain spring, the rough bark of an old oak or the warm embrace of friends old and new.

I drank a lot of Ribena today. Part of this is because I have a problem, Ribena is delicious and I can never refuse it. The other part is that I’m still recovering from a cold. I figure bombarding my body with Vitamin C is good for me. Also I had my first day of in store training today. It went really well. I feel like I can totally be a cashier in this fashion retailer. I’ve worked the cash till in previous jobs but at this company those working behind the cash desk have a lot more responsibility. I have another day of it tomorrow. Sunday, I shall do plenty of napping, go to the cinema and perhaps the yarn shop for a project I’m dying to start…
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I drank a lot of Ribena today. Part of this is because I have a problem, Ribena is delicious and I can never refuse it. The other part is that I’m still recovering from a cold. I figure bombarding my body with Vitamin C is good for me.

Also I had my first day of in store training today. It went really well. I feel like I can totally be a cashier in this fashion retailer. I’ve worked the cash till in previous jobs but at this company those working behind the cash desk have a lot more responsibility. I have another day of it tomorrow. Sunday, I shall do plenty of napping, go to the cinema and perhaps the yarn shop for a project I’m dying to start…

I’m so in love; it feels amazing.

I’m nearly finished cleaning all of the things. I just have to sweep downstairs, do some wash up in the kitchens and then take the rubbish out to the bins. I’m going to have a shower first though because I need hot water to do wash up. I’m completely wrecked after it all, I think a little disco snooze is required if I’m to entertain and party this night away!
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I’m nearly finished cleaning all of the things. I just have to sweep downstairs, do some wash up in the kitchens and then take the rubbish out to the bins. I’m going to have a shower first though because I need hot water to do wash up. I’m completely wrecked after it all, I think a little disco snooze is required if I’m to entertain and party this night away!

If all goes to plan, I will be very hungover on Sunday.

HOWEVER I do really want to get to see the new Takashi Murakami show here in London sooner rather than later. My boyfriend wants to come with me because we’re both big fans and since we’re busy next weekend it really is this Sunday or nothing.

We will also go see Bridesmaids because I have a new stipulation in having a relationship with me. You have to have seen Bridesmaids. So this sunday we will drag ourselves out of bed, walk off our hangovers, go see some amazing art and then watch a hilarious movie.

Perfect.