I laughed my way through that post, you are just so funny! I may not spin, but sadly, I can SO relate to you!
Joe has nothing to complain about. This morning on Good Morning America (an impeccable source) I discovered that 60% of married women have had affairs. You, you just spin and knit. Which would be prefer?
I think we know the answer.
Feel free to use the foregoing in your defense.
Hilarious! You know what my conclusion is? You need a double treadle wheel!
I would love to hear some details about how you spun the yarn (Navajo plied?). Also, what were the lengths of color? Looks beautiful. Might take you a while to recover from all of that.
I laughed so hard my daughter came to see what was so funny. And then SHE laughed so hard she fell over on the study floor. I kept waiting for her to say that this behavior was just like mine! Because it is.
The real problem/pleasure is that the colors change so you keep on spinning to see what is coming next. And then the navajo-plying is just plain fun. And then ...
Next time I will send ONE roving at a time. Your yarn looks perfectly beautiful, by the way. For the person who asked how I knew how much to send, I guessed at 2 ounces per rainbow roving since the last patch @ 1.5 ounces ran (I thought) a bit short. By the way, what did the yardage turn out to be?
*gasp* you don't like it?!?!?!
Harlot, I have not laughed this hard at one of your entries for quite a long time... Wool Widow..... he he he
You sad,sad woman !
Great post and the best laugh I've had in ages.
When I saw the picture of that glorious roving on Friday, I had a strong suspicion that you were not going to be able to resist its pull, and I was right. Alas, my knitting friends who read your blog wouldn't put money down that you could resist it... Perhaps we should have set up a pool as to how long you could resist it, since resistance was obviously futile. Hmm.
I must warn you that I have become increasingly suspicious of the motives and intentions of one of my knitting friends. She was extremely covetous of the gorgeous socks you knit from the previous gift from Laurie. Now that you have more yarn spun from Laurie's roving, plus that gorgeous alpaca (one of her great weaknesses), I am afraid she might take a "spontaneous" trip to Toronto to ransack your house...
Claudia mentioned that 60% of married women have affairs. I think the fact that Stephanie had to take a cold shower to distract herself from the wool is evidence that she is in that group :-).
ha ha ha ha ha haha haahahahah ha! love it! such a true accounting of infatuation ...
All too familiar - but you tell it a lot better than I could! (Un)Fortunately, I am not yet a spinner... It sounds like things can only get worse!
But oh, that beautiful yarn! And you were right, Eyore DID get done.
I can see why you are #1.
Spin on ...
You're the GREATEST - WRITER - EVER. And that yarn is just the most scrumptious sight ever!
You know, what will probably make Joe feel even more like a wool widower is that all this mad spinning went to elegant, beautiful colored roving -- and not to fleece rats for his gansey.
All and all, I think I may take back what I said about wanting a wheel! *grin*
Sounds like my mum with her knitting. I love the wool, I want some for christmas!;)
Eeyore looks great, by the way!
And here I sat, wondering why you didn't post all weekend. "Family stuff", I concluded. "Away for the holiday"...wait...she's in Canada....The only thing that consoles my Wool Widower is that the sweater I am making is for him.
Dang, I can't believe any mere human being can make such beautiful yarn. I would leave some draped around the fence like that, just to make the neighbours jealous. The Eeyore blanket is adorable too!
In my house, the T.V. is a knittting tool, as in, it keeps the demands for food and attention at bay in half-hour intervals.
You remind me of a passage from Infinite Jest where the character in question is preparing himself and his apartment for a weekend bender. Except that you have kids.
I second Melissa's double treadle suggestion. and a request for the details about how you treated the colours. please? You knew I was going to ask.
I swear, the funniest blog post by you or anyone else ever.
O.k., now I feel better about yesterday morning, which involved sitting on the floor of my bedroom, fresh out of the shower with a towel around my head (and not much else on), finishing just another couple of rows of that swatch. I should probably also mention that I was sitting on the other side of the room from the door, basically hiding behind the bed, so that, in case husband or children came in to find out why mommy's shower was taking so long, I could quickly shove the knitting under the bed and pretend I was looking for my slippers. I ask you, is this any way for a grown woman to behave?
You realize you have now actually begun journalling MY life.... I was brilliant enough to send the husband and step-son to an amusement park so I could spin - who needs rollar coasters - I've got my Lendrum double treadle, baby!
But here's my question - the hair dryer thing... would it work on the silk aran-weight I spun while they were doing the rides?
I know I would be that way with spining (and such a beautiful yarn to boot!). Must stay away....must stay a knitter only!
Thank you, ye enabler, for making me not feel so bad about staying up until 3:30 this morning spinning. And then spending a few hours *today* spinning. And then planning to spin into the wee hours of the morning again tonight.
Gorgeous yarn you've fashioned there!
I knew I loved you! You are who I would be if I could get away with it!
It is all so true. Spinning is a great addiction, it's why carry my drop spindle everywhere with me, just in case there is a free moment. Your blog is wonderful and funny! :o)
Home Equity Loans
Home Equity Line of Credit
Home Equity Loans
Home Equity Line of Credit
For a great
Just reading through the archives--This is a wonderful short story all on its own; I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I'm afraid to start spinning--it looks like a slippery slope, and I'm already having trouble with my footing.
Thank you for your blog.
(The next day with your 12-year-old is great, too.)