Extreme Knitting Redhead: World Knit in Public Day

Sunday, June 10, 2007

World Knit in Public Day

I had hoped to go into London to join the mass Knit Out in Trafalger Square, but we had managed to get tickets to a marvellous concert at a local school and we couldn't get into London and get back in time. So, I had to improvise! Instead, Mike and I went into Tunbridge Wells shopping and I took my knitting with me. Here I am knitting outside a coffee shop (you can't see the cafe latte and the yummy lemon and poppy-seed muffin that we shared) - nobody paid any attention whatsoever! The poncho I'm wearing was a really quick knit using enormous needles and a yarn called 'Magic' that I got from YarnMarket.com together with a free pattern. It's great to just throw on over a tee shirt and makes jeans look a bit more special.

The concert we went to was an ensemble founded by Michael Collins, an amazing clarinettist (my favourite recording is 'Gnarly Buttons' by John Adams) and included the Brahms Clarinet Quintet, which I knew, and the Schubert Octet in F minor, which I didn't. Their playing was world class and we thoroughly enjoyed the whole concert, especially the Schubert which was a brilliant piece. The players gelled really well and obviously enjoyed the piece too. A great evening.

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Mum's Story

In 1997 my mother, then aged 81, had a series of minor strokes. Shortly after that we started to notice behavioural changes notably memory loss and confusion over everyday items. We thought it was just old age finally catching up with her. Then she started wandering and had violent mood swings. Although she already lived with us it became obvious that she couldn't be left alone for long and so I left my job to care for her. The next few years saw a gradual decline into the blackness that is 'vascular dementia'. My normally placid mum became violent and aggressive. She had psychotic incidents where she would see imaginary people (children hiding in her wardrobe, Russians sitting on the stairs, women stealing her clothes) and she would shout at them and sometimes throw things too. She was so convincing that we used to go and check that there wasn't anyone there! When my sister died mum did not know who Judy was or that she was her daughter. There came a point when I suddenly realised she no longer knew that I was her daughter and this was a terrible time for me. In the last 2 years that she lived with us, life for us all became almost unbearable as she needed 24 hour care - she couldn't be left alone at all because she would either wander off or hurt herself, she never slept for more than 30 minutes at a time during the night, she became incontinent and incapable of doing anything for herself. Finally my husband and I realised that we could no longer provide her with the care that she needed and she went to live in a special care home where the team did a splendid job caring for her in the last few months of her life. There she lived a zombified existence unaware of who she was, what she was or where she was. It was heartbreaking. She died in March 2005, the day after her 89th birthday.

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