Rebellious & Purling it.

An elephant nestled underneath my shoulder blades. It was big and blue with ACCOUNTING written in big and bold letters. My head was throbbing. I had to sit. That was when I met the coolest stranger ever. I squeezed past the girl to fill the window seat next to her. Her hair’s all slicked up in a smart little bob, clad in a little black vest and a white t-shirt underneath. Standard fare, really. The kind of look you’d see on every other girl on a crowded Saturday evening. But she was cool. She was cool because she was KNITTING! Seriously how cool is that? She was knitting a scarf in the warmest shade of grey. It was hypnotic really. I could tell that other commuters were looking at her needles, clicking away weaving in an out, mesmerized by the sheer defiance of KNITTING in Singapore. Now normally i would turn to her and tell her how cool it is and ask a bajillion questions about where to get good wool. But I didn’t. The needles were too mesmerising. I was scared that if I talked to her she’d stop knitting, become extremely uncomfortable and we’d have to spend the next excruciating half hour making small talk about wool. She’d never knit in public ever again and no one else would be able to see a person this cool knitting and IT WOULD ALL BE MY FAULT!

She was just too cool.