It’s official. I have crossed the line from avid knitter to
crazy yarn lady.
I have a wonderful stepson who is pretty nice looking. Yes
ladies, he is single. Smart too. Just finished his master’s in economics. You
will need a passport – he is in Canada.
So I am talking on the phone with him and he asks
what I am doing. Knitting of course.
Every minute I am not doing anything else I am knitting. Then he tells me he
was out showing his friends the sites of Montreal. Winter of course, minus
‘extremely frigid’ below zero Celsius. No hat; don't mess up the hair. But no
scarf or gloves either! “Really Chris? You don’t have a scarf with you? Wait,
what do you mean you don’t even own one?! How does anyone survive Montreal
without owning at least one scarf? No, no scarf he admitted. But I sure wish I
had one now!
Truth be told, this young man is rarely cold. He chalks it
up to the fact that he was born in Yellowknife, NWT. That’s the Northwest Territories for my
friends this side of the Canadian border. I have visited him in post-blizzard
Montreal and he comes walking up the street, loafers, dress shirt and slacks
and a blazer. Smiling. Not seeming to notice the wind blowing snow every which
ways. His dad and I are of course bundled, scarved, hatted and gloved and still
Oh right, the crazy yarn lady. So I was going to whip up a
scarf in the Habs colors – red, white and blue. That’s Habs, as in Montreal
hockey team. I had purchased some variegated sock yarn at the LYS in Pointe
Claire, QC on a previous visit in this very colorway. So I run upstairs to my
stash, pull out the bin labeled ‘Sock Yarn, and there it is, just as I
remembered. Put it on the winder and sat down to knit a scarf for him.
Not. I rip it back 3 times and then give up. I just didn’t
like the look of it and it didn’t look like Chris anyway. Now months later, I
had better get started on a scarf if I expect to get it done by his birthday in
October. Well, missed that; how about Christmas? But then I should make one for
his brother Jeff also. Hmmm.
Boxes and boxes later, I have looked through my entire
stash. A box of Koigu – no that’s for the Turkish slippers and shawlettes I am
going to make for all my friends. Someday. Frog Tree Alpaca? No-o-o. I have in mind the perfect sweater for that
box of luscious softness. A bin of copper colored cashmere? Uh-uh, that goes
with the other copper colored specialty yarns that I will use someday to create
a gorgeous, multi-textured jacket or cardigan or something. The purple box?
Well, aside from the fact that I don’t think Chris is a ‘purple’ kind of guy –
that will be a purple “Tree of Life” afghan. Someday.
Oh has anyone knit that afghan from Lion Brand? I friend of
mine has just started it, but I haven’t seen it yet.
Focus girl… scarves, Chris, it’s mid-November already!
Honestly, I don’t think I can bear to use any of them. In
fact, some are so special, I think I will never make anything from them. I just like to open the box and dig my
fingers into the soft, warm bundles and remember the places visited. Memory yarns.
Yep. That’s the crazy part. Yarn, yarn everywhere – and not
a bit to knit.
Who wants to meet me at the LYS Monday morning?