Hello darlings, how was your weekend? Ours was...different...We seemed to have crossed into some alterknit reality a couple of times throughout the weekend. Did anyone else find that suddenly weird things were happening around them, too? Maybe some nearby bovine refuge had an excess of heads emerge? More black kitties than usual cross in front of you? How about the just-bought milk in your fridge going sour?
Saturday wasn’t too strange. Well, if you ignore the snarky tween who decided that hours before her sleepover was when she was going to refuse to clean her room or set up the lounge to her particular taste for her guest. She still wanted things to be ‘nice’ for her friend, of course. She just didn't want to be the one to do it. Oh, except for insisting that the wool be hidden. She was willing to chuck as much of it as possible onto my bed before sulking behind a book.
When she was in primary school the spinning wheel and the fact that I was always knitting something funky was intriguing and exotic and gave her +3 to her ‘coolness’ factor with all her friends. I’m sure it helped that many of her friends got some sort of little funky hand knitted pressie at one time of another during their primary school experience, which gave me +3 to my baseline cool factor. This seems to have all changed by this past weekend.
I came home Saturday evening to a pile of wool, yarn, and spinning equipment on the bed and Liebling apologetically explaining that Youngling nearly vacuumed it all up in her haste to get it out of sight before her new friend arrived. Apparently, she was worried about what her friend would think about the wool and spinning wheel, since no one else’s house has one. (I’m going to take a moment to point out that this ‘new’ friend actually has been to our home before, and seems to have no issue whatsoever about the spinning wheel being visible, or even existing.)
Sunday morning I set myself up in the (empty, mind you) lounge and started spinning. I assumed the kiddos tweens were going to be busy doing their sleepover thing in another room. Boy was I wrong. Youngling walked out with her friend, took one look at me sitting there spinning away, and her eyes got HUGE. You know how in tv shows the teen sees their parent doing something ‘embarrassing’ like, i don’t know, breathing, and they get this look of absolute horror on their face? Yeah it was that. And she turned to her friend, starting to suggest they could go do something else rather than watch a movie in the lounge.
We’ve entered a new phase, everyone. She’s finally decided that anything her dad or I do as hobbies, in front of her friends, is EMBARRASSING AS.
Her friend’s reponse? “Ooh, what’s that?!? I’ve never seen someone MAKE yarn! That’s so cool!”
I am proud to say that I did not laugh or smirk or even do anything other than say thank you and say that if they wanted to watch a film and would find the spinning distracting I could do something else while they had their film on. Like hand card up some rolags for another batch of yarn. *internal snigger*
In the end I just finished up a bobbin of the sandstone and seafoam roving that I’d started the week previous. I think it’s going to be a very cleverly progressing stripe sequence. Probably in a sport weight, but we’ll see. The roving is a bit sticky (despite being a very high micron merino) so the singles aren’t coming out as fine as I would normally manage.
Sunday was Knitting Day for me. I (lovingly) ditched Liebling and Youngling for an afternoon at the LYS for some knitting and social time. (It was exactly what I needed, thanks for asking.) However, when I was pulling stuff together Sunday morning to get ready to head out I discovered something a bit embarrassing…
Me: GAH! This is sooooooo not acceptable!
Liebling (from different room): What’s happening?
Me: I have like either things on the needles right now, but I HAVE NOTHING TO KNIT! WHO AM I?!?
Liebling (now standing in the doorway): *blinks at me several times* Backs away slowly.
This is very out of character for me. Usually when I get to a point that I don’t really have any empty needles/cables laying around I start to get a bit stressed. I like knowing that I have the option of casting on a new project. It’s like a safety net. See, totally alterknit universe stuff.
I did finally settle for taking a pair of vanilla socks to work on, plus the scrappy blanket. It was all plain vanilla knitting, which would leave my head space open for socialising and observing the goings on at the shop. (I’m looking for ideas for another short story. It involves a yarn shop. I don’t know about you but I’m generally a bit distracted when I’m at a yarn shop to necessarily be paying attention to everything else.)
And...I put the heel in wrong! Also not really something I'm known for...
Also, to add to the feeling of weird alterknit universe-ness, there was a dog behaving like a cat.
Things are pretty normal over here, now. Although I admit I’m still double checking the little things, like the coins in my purse, for subtle differences. Just in case.
I’m blaming the blood moon. Anyone know anything about how the pagans went about counteracting the bad juju from blood moons?
Enjoying the blog? It takes a lot of caffeine and yarn to make this happen! ;)
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