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September 25, 2007
how knitting will save the world
So this morning I was on the train to Turin and decided to knit a scarf for a friend. Before I could start knitting however, I had to wind the skein of Allison's luscious Hiccup yarn into a ball. Try doing this with only a pair of arms, and soon I found myself in a tangled mess of thick and thin.
The lady sitting in front had been watching me with a kind of amused look on her face, and she finally snatched my yarn, held it in her hands and said to me, in an exaggerated but amused tone, "Vai vai..."
How nice of her to help! So I rolled up in no time. And I started knitting the scarf, during which she stole glances at me, as if to check my progress.
At work, Andrea helped me deconstruct the scarf-in-progress since I decided it was too wide, and on the train home, he became the yarn-ball boy, holding the yarn and easing some yarn whenever my working yarn ran short.
And tonight, I came back from a lovely dinner with friends, to find an email from this guy properly titled "Sweet treats for the knit-minded" with a related article.
It's only Monday and people have been so nice. I hope it doesn't go downhill from here.
Posted by Yasmina at 12:22 AM | Comments (0)
September 23, 2007
my cousin D
On Friday night I dreamt about my cousin D. Gue ngga hadir di pemakamannya, dan gue belom pernah ke rumah ortunya, tapi this dream landscape is definitely one I've had before, dan dalam konteks yang sama yaitu rumah ortunya. Lucu yah, rupanya subconscious gue mempunyai sebuah image of what his parents' house is like, dan memori gue ingat bahwa I've dreamt about this before.
In any case, I couldn't stop thinking about D. He was my second cousin, and counting all the years I've been away, we'd hardly seen each other. My memories of him are few, but vivid.
Like that one rainy afternoon with a family party going on and I escaped the clutches of genuine-yet-choking family warmth, seeking refuge in the empty terrace overlooking the small fish pond (a malaria source, if anything!). Not long after, D came to join me. We didn't speak, much. We sat there in our silent understanding that family gets too much for us sometimes. I was glad for his company.
I remember the pitter-patter of the gentle rain, the light of the approaching dusk desaturating the colors of the day, our bare feet on the tile floor, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the semi-darkness, the smoke dissipating into the air like ghosts of our past, his white teeth as he smiled, the breaths we took almost in synch.
I wish I could have captured that moment, tangibly, somehow, and then D would be alive in more than just my heart and mind.
Posted by Yasmina at 05:02 PM | Comments (1)
September 18, 2007
kuntilanak
Oh sial, gara-gara gue baca cerita ini di 100kata, gue jadi ketakutan. Mana suami minggu ini harus ke Barcelona dan Stuttgart buat kerja, jadi gue sendirian di rumah nih...
Akhirnya, sebelum suami berangkat, gue nyuruh dia empty out all the trash bins in the house. Gue tau it's bulan puasa and all that, dan katanya para setan di-lock-up, tapi does that apply to makhluk aneh-aneh?
P.S. Mas Ote ngga usah komen yang aneh-aneh yang bikin gue makin takut yah...
Posted by Yasmina at 03:20 PM | Comments (2)
