I’m here in California, packing up what use to be my home for the last three years. Now my entire house is being wrapped up in butcher paper and stuffed into uniform brown cardboard boxes.
It is fascinating to watch complete strangers tear down in a matter of hours what took you years to put together. My life here is now over.
The hard part for me was trying to figure out what to do with my yarn. We couldn’t personally drive it back to Arizona as I was hoping to do. Those of you with a signficant yarn stash would understand the need for your yarn to have personal protection. As much as I tried, the driver of the moving truck refused to keep my yarn securely buckled in the seat next to him and my Boy Toy put his foot down on shipping my stash express mail with $1,000 insurance on it. Instead, I was reduced to shoving it all into a suitcase and having the moving guys toss it into the back of the truck along with the rest of my household goods.
I was shocked to find out that the driver would not be driving straight to the storage place we had selected. Instead, he would be making a few stops along the way- loading and unloading cargo. What if the tag on my bag of yarn falls off and he leaves it at the wrong location? What if one of his stops is at the home of another knitter whose keen noise can sniff out the scent of wool and takes my stash for her own use? What if the truck breaks down in the middle of nowhere and the only way the driver can get some help from the locals is to barter my precious yarn for water and a phone call?
These are serious scenarios that seemed lost on everyone but me. With sad eyes, I watched as the truck started it’s engine and rolled away with my yarn. I don’t know where my yarn is going or if it will reach its final destination. The last comforting thought I had as the truck drove out of sight, “Well, at least I was able to sneak the rest of my knitting needles into my purse”.
Everyone has those projects that they plan on doing as soon as they retire.
“When I retire, I’ll rebuild that classic car.”
“I can’t wait to retire so I can finally have the time to quilt.”
“I so want to redecorate the whole house, but it will have to wait until I retire.”
“Let me retire and then I’ll have time to do everything that I want!”
Well, I’ve got a project on my retirement list as well. When the kids are grown and I retire from knitting, I plan to take on the challenge of knitting a bedspread. That may sound odd, but it seems to me that in order to make a bedspread, one must no longer have plans of knitting anything else for the remainder of their life. (They must also be without any form of stash as not to distract them from the task at hand).
I look at lacy knitted and crochet bedspreads and my jaw just drops at the time and skill it took to create them. Have you ever even tried to knit with bedspread weight cotton? Working with it should be an Olympic sport!
So, until that day when I retire, I’ll just enjoy the work of others and stand in awe of those with the time- and sanity- to create these beautiful pieces.
During my last sickle cell crisis, I made the mistake of going to the hospital without my knitting bag. This is the evidence of what my hands will do when they are not given proper yarn and knitting needles. In the picture, I am spinning a Starbucks napkin that I found at the bottom of my purse into yarn. A lollipop, also found at the bottom of my purse, acted as my spindle.
I have a confession to make. I am in love with another. All this year I have been having an affair behind my husband’s back. I have managed to keep it a secret until now. I feel that in order to be forgiven for my sins I must confess my wrong doings. So, here it is, the truth- I’m I love with hand knitted socks!
I can tell you exactly when this affair started. It was at the second meeting of the knitting group I attended. At the meeting I was introduced to Cookie, as in Cookie A., the sock goddess! (Yes, the knitting angels allowed me to knit in the presence of sock knitting royalty.) At the time I didn’t know who she was but from her conversation at the table I figured out she made money designing socks for us knitters. The idea of making money by knitting is still a strange concept for even a crafty chick like me. So I did what most curious girls with access to a computer would do- I Googled knittined socks. Oh, the eye candy that appeared on my screen was enough to make my knitting needles a bit horney.
Well after about an hour or so of sock knitting porn, I found a pattern for knitted socks on two straight needles and I’ve had an affair with them ever since. I recently joined a sock swap on Ravelry where I got my first pair of knitted socks all the way from Australia. I tell you, slipping those socks on my feet was something close to erotic. I loved the pattern, the feel of the yarn, the way they enveloped my feet in pure warmth. Honey, I’m telling you its enough to make you want to throw away every cheap sock you ever bought from Walmart.
So, there is my confession. I’ve been honest enough to air out my dirty laundry with you. Now it’s your turn. What knitting love affair are you in or have had in the past?