What goes around comes around (again)

Aww... I’ve some really happy memories of being 15 and here’s one of them.  A summer’s day.  A copy of Zig Zag magazine if I remember rightly.  Once black trousers that I had lovingly Jackson Pollocked in the bath using the remains of emulsion paint from various decorating ventures.  A cheap jacket from the Army Surplus store (the encircled A was already on it!) and an old child’s satchel decorated with part of a string vest (dyed pink), a union jack flag once bought at a fête and some marker pen daubings.  A little bit of green food colouring in the hair and I’m good to go!

It seems a world away… but in some ways not.   Last year I bought this gorgeous jumper from a lovely lady on ebay (she knits them to order).  It takes me back – not the first time I’ve worn such a thing (and every time I’ve worn it has brought a new happy memory too) - but somehow it doesn’t seem dated or wrong. It’s just a good top.  Holey knit!