On a recent trip to Romsey, we found the town's bollards decorated to celebrate the library's knit and natter event.
Many, many moons ago, I once was required to knit a dishcloth, in some sort of despairing sludgy grey 'yarn', whilst recovering on the psychiatric ward from a psychotic bipolar episode. It didn't make me feel any better. I think it was called occupational therapy.
But I got better, as I did each time, and as I have each time since then.
I had no idea I was about to write this, when I started this post and sincerely hope I do not offend anyone.
I'm glad to have been well now for nearly 20 years. Photography is a wonderful therapy.
This is so unimportant, but I have to ask; was the sludgy grey colour part of the therapy or was it just the only, and rather depressing, colour that the wool was available in?
Beautiful street art. Much better than a dishcloth. I’m glad you are feeling better now and that photography can help. I’m glad you feel comfortable posting your experience.
A great find Hazel the bollards look brilliant in their interesting covers a lot of work has gone into them. Good to hear you are keeping so well after 20 years. Photography has helped me in many ways.
It was such a long time ago but it was not exactly wool, cannot describe it but def the only colour! Cannot believe anyone thought it was therapeutic!
I'm hearing of more and more yarn bombings!
Thank you for kind words, as ever. I find it hard to imagine, looking back, what was considered to be 'helpful' for people in mental health crisis.
I'm so pleased photography has helped you too Wendy. Hope you are keeping fairly alright.