when i was ten i knitted this pencil case for school. i remember feeling so proud, joining the wool, sewing a zip in. then i took it to school and someone remarked how awful it was. i was taken aback and believed them for a minute. deep down i knew this wasnt true. occasions like this have followed me throughout my life. i doubt my senses. when i shouldnt. now twenty more years later, my niece puts her coloured pencils in it, after it was retrieved from the attic, and washed.