Thursday, 24 November 2011

A sweater


A cashmere sweater, bought from a Joseph sample sale in the mid-90s.  

There’s a picture of me in this sweater, cutting slices of cake at my Grandmother’s 90th birthday party. When everyone else was noisily enjoying themselves, I found myself sitting alongside my grandmother, as she sat in one of the armchairs that sits across from me now.  

“When your grandfather and I were young, I watched our friends go travelling everywhere, and he told me, 'Don’t worry, old stick, when I’m retired, you and I will see the world.'  And then he died when he was 63.”

Seize the day, put no trust in the future (Horace)

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