This post will only make one reference to yarn. I will highlight it so you can skip ahead to it if you like = ).
Sunday is usually the day we reserve for family outings and such. We promised Missy a bike when school was over and she has been hounding us ever since. So today was the day. We went to Toy-r-us and she rode a few around the store, got the feel for riding, and was disappointed when the pretty girly one’s were too small, too big or out of stock. We eventually found the perfect one and it was sold out too, the good thing was an employee had just brought out some new display models and they sold us that one. We ended up getting a sweet deal. We didn’t have to wait 24 hrs for assembly or pay the assembly fee. We walked over to the park and had one of the best family day’s we’ve had in a while. Dad showed Missy how to ride while I sat on a blanket and knit. Woodji slept almost the entire time in his stroller.
What struck me most about the day was the blanket (sheet actually) that we sat on. It’s an old striped flat sheet that belonged to my Great-grandmother. According to my Grandma she got the sheet from a Jewish family that she worked for so I really have no idea how old it is. The thing that struck me were the memories that I have of playing on that sheet, the memories of my daughter napping on the couch covered by it and the memories of my son playing on the floor on top of it. It has acted as a cape, floor mat, and I guess as someone’s bed sheet at one point. Today I added another memory to it. That of my daughter learning to ride a bike while I knit and snapped pictures. Maybe one day my grandchildren will play on it too.
So we cooled it in the shade for a while then made our way home stopping for sandwiches and snacks before getting out of the sun. So we’re settled in now, full of food and fighting the itis and my husband comes out of the kitchen as says “So you wanna buy some yarn or something?” I almost shook my head cartoon style. You see when one of us gets something he tries to make sure we all get something, whether it’s big or small. Missy got her bike, my husband treated his self to some new t-shirts, and Woodji needed diapers. So asking me that was his way of seeing what I wanted for my something. Well you would think I would have snatched a handle full of cash and hit the road, and I would have, if not for the ever-growing yarn stash in the bedroom closet. So instead of fondling fiber in the nearest yarn shop I’ll be using the money to send off some copyright paperwork that has been sitting waiting for a money order. Being responsible is a bitch sometimes. But the day was great, knitting some more on Carla put me back in the knitting mood and I’m glad to have finally gotten things up on Etsy. Good times.