Niamh brings a poetic depth to her discussions, as if the ghosts of writers past are whispering their secrets in her ear. Passion oozes from every mention of her heritage, like a well-worn Jameson bottle.

Her knitting saga is a tale of rebellion—'to buy or not to buy?'—a dilemma that rivals Shakespeare’s soliloquies. Watching her navigate black mohair is like watching a Netflix thriller; you can’t look away.

Niamh’s exploration of belonging is both relatable and intricate—like a complex scarf that’s beautiful but takes three weeks to knit. She threads her family and her studies together like strands of yarn, creating something warm and inviting.