The Giant Jumper

Barbara, one of my oldest friends (from high school and college), happened to be in Wexford a few days ago and we got together for a few drinks, just as we used to do 20 years ago, God!

It was great to catch up and fill in the gaps and talk and talk. We put away only three drinks, which is a lot tamer than when we were in art college in Waterford. Back then we would get a good base of drinking going at the flat with the rottenest 99 pence cider you ever tasted. Vervier, it was called. Then the pub, and then the Bridge Hotel for dancing and snogging and drinking, and chips on the way home. Ah youth.

In those days, Barbara's mother knitted her a huge jumper (sweater) every week or so. Big long colorful concoctions which were perfect for art college in 1984. We all loved them and begged for them, and pretty soon Angela was outfitting the whole art department in vibrant wool.

Barb just found this drawing I did of her back then. Short blonde hair, black and white glasses, huge earrings and a giant jumper; this was classic Barb in 1984. I love this!

Comments

[kelly]

That drawing is fantastic -- thanks for sharing this story! I was chuckling as I read it, then laughed right out loud when I saw the accompanying picture.

[Suzanne Broughton]

I would treasure this forever if I were you--brilliant!