Madame Defarge

A few weeks ago I finished reading A Tale of Two Cities. I was put off Dickens at university because they made us read Oliver Twist, and novels with simpering orphans as protaganists apparantly fail to even twitch my cold, dead heartstrings. But Two Cities is great because it's about the French Revolution, and there has always been a tiny part of me which wants to wear red trousers and find new ways of using big blades. Or, you know, just, vote Labour.

There has also always been another part of me which loves knitting. Several years ago I knitted a scarf so big that when I wear it, children have been known to follow me and point. Seriously. It took me three months. I put my heart and soul into that scarf. It became part of me.  I can well believe that someone would get so caught up (no pun intended) in their knitting that they'd start coding in the names of people they wanted dead. Knitting is making something with your soul.

I think Madame Defarge is fantastic. 

That's all really. I just absolutely love her.