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Shredding - otherwise known as un-knitting

I decided it was time to make something new, but since I've got the flu, nothing too strenuous or mind consuming, and just as I was trawling my way through some other blogs I like, I came across tshirt shredding, or as I prefer to call it un-knitting. I mean thats basically what it is, unpicking a tshirt to make it look cooler than before! But, you know since I'm un-knitting, I'm not really sure if I'm acheiving anything, or if I'm even unachieving. But I guess it depends if my goal is to achieve or create? I'm definitely creating something, I'm just not sure if I like it. But that's the thing with creation, you have to practice your art, until you get so good at it, that even when you're not trying hard it starts to resemble the thing that you're trying to represent.

So here we are, this is what I saw:

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This is what I've done. I've watched 3 episodes of the Listener (not bad) and I've un-knitted the back of my tshirt! I'm already addicted, but my eyes are itching, so it's probably past my bed time. I'll let you know if it works out...

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