These two sworn enemies have excavated their differences and found some common ground. Brigitte’s love for fashion and shopping has combined with Terri’s affection of home-spun fashion accessories and knitwear.
When Terrence arrived, he brought a gift for Terri – her knitting. It didn’t take long before Brigitte had hit Terri up for knitting lessons and Terri was only to happy to oblige. She asked Brigitte what she wanted to knit and Brigitte deadpanned, “Underpants.” Terri looked vexed and remarked she wasn’t sure if she knew how to whip up under garments… but complexities aside, the vow was made. Terri would train the young padawan.
When a quiet moment presented itself last night, Brigitte approached Terri: “Can you show me now?”
“Oh, yeah,” Terri was taken aback.
“Yay!” Brigitte squealed. “We get to bond!”
“You watch this Brigitte - this is how I do it,” Terri demonstrated. “Put it through there, through there, wind it all around there, bring it through there and then you slip this bit off.”
Brigitte took the knitting needles in hand and suddenly – eerily some might say – started to knit.
“Do I look cool or what?” Brigitte remarked, impressed with herself.
“That’s it!” Terri coached.
“I don’t want to get a loose patch …” Brigitte said, nervously.
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll fix it up if you do. You’ll get your own way of holding it.” Terri comforted. “That’s it. That’s it. How cool’s that?”
“That’s cool!” Brigitte cooed.
“That’s it! Eh, Brigitte!” Terri beamed, proud as punch. Her accomplice (and sometime arch nemesis) was knitting right before her very eyes. Terri moved her hand around the back of Brigitte. Was this is a new start for the pair? A new era in the relationship between Generation Y and Generation Baby Boomer?
“Okay I’m bored of it.” Brigitte flat-lined.
“Bored of it?” Terri exclaimed. “No, you gonna do one whole row.”
“One whole row?” Bridge whined. “That’s forever.”
Terri was adamant the Paris Wannabe should see something through: “Don’t give up girlie.”
“I feel like a grandma.” Brigitte moaned.
“It doesn’t matter how old you are to knit!” Terri enthused.
Brigitte was not converted: “Is knitting a grandma’s sport?”
But Terri didn’t have time to answer. She was too busy showing off her crafty protégé to anyone that would stop to listen. Unfortunately, it was Rhianna who was drawn unwittingly into the conversation.
“I told her it’s in vogue,” Terri said to a nearby Rhianna. “She said ‘oh is it in the magazine?’ Even Big Brother said, ‘which Vogue magazine?’ And I said, ‘no, it’s in vogue as in, it’s come back into fashion.’ And the kids love doing it in primary school don’t they?”
“It’s taking ages,” Bridge said, ruining the magic.
“Just think of the determination you had in the dog box the other day Brigitte!” Terri reminded her.
“Yeah I know I’m good at stuff,” Bridge boasted. “You know you’re good at stuff?” Nana said, trying to decipher the teen lingo. “Determination?”
“I’m very determined,” she nodded.
“I’m a very determined person,” Terri drew comparisons to herself. “But if I see no use in doing something, then I won’t do it.”
Suddenly – everything went wrong. Brigitte made a mistake! “I wrecked it!” she wailed. “Don’t cry!” Terri reassured her. “That’s easy to fix.”
And side by side the odd couple sat, knitting their way well into the night.
Last night at the Family Dinner, the question was asked – does Brigitte have the patience to learn to knit? The Housemates all agreed she was… with the exception of Cherry. And Brigitte herself? The blonde looked around and then declared, “I’ll probably knit another two rows and make Terri do the rest.”
