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It’s Negative Outside; So I’m Knitting Inside.

I guess there is a cold front floating around.  For Montana, this means it’s been below 15 for a week.  (By the way, don’t complain about the cold in Montana; you will be seen as a wimp for the rest of your life.  You could be Macgyver but if you get a chill…  Make a coat out of paper clips and nail polish before you complain.)

When I get cold, I knit.  I don’t knit well, I just knit.  I’ve made one sweater.  I put it on and people laughed.  I guess I can gain 40 lbs and still wear it.

I like scarves.  They are long rectangles.  There is nothing tricky.  I have a lot of scarves.

But I’ve been wanting some matching hats.  Hats are tricky.  The actual knitting isn’t, but the sizing is.  I made one hat that I love but supposedly it’s a bit large as well.  I’ve been asked if I sell pot while wearing it.  (I request a medical card before I answer.  So far no one has had one.)

I stop knitting when it gets above 30.  No matter where I am in a project.  When you stop a project for 6 months, it can be difficult to pick it up again.  I usually end up with a gap in the tension.  Luckily that’s why there are decorative buttons.

I just pulled out my knitting again.  I have no idea what I was planning to make with the yarn I own.  It’s beautiful yarn but I have no idea why I have 2 skeins of red and one of orange.  And did I plan on wearing those together?

Would it be wrong to call the store I bought them from in January and see if the owner remembers me and the skeins I bought and why I bought them?  If she was a really good shop owner, shouldn’t she remember every single customer she has for, let’s say, a two year period?

This is why I never want to own a store.  It’s too much pressure.

Ich bin eccentric.

I have tried very hard to become eccentric.  It can be very difficult when you are married to a dentist, live in the suburbs, drive a, oh the horror, minivan, and have three young children.  My children think I am exotic if I get a salad at McDonald’s but I would like to be a bit more unique.

So I was feeling so eccentric on Tuesday when I drove to Ennis for a skein of yarn.  Ennis is an hour and a half from my house.  I got up and went.  It was very exciting.  Until I talked to a couple friends and realized that because we live in Montana, this isn’t very eccentric.  We don’t have many stores in Helena so a lot of people go to Missoula to shop.  People know what street a store is on.  They know what is around this store.  It is amazing.  I barely know where Target is and I live two blocks from it.

To top it all off, I was driving all this way for YARN.  How domestic and boring is that?  I can’t even come up with something eccentric to buy.  We tried to go to a butcher while there and that could have been a little eccentric.  If we bought a lot of jerky.  But they were closed for a wedding.  Stupid domestic bliss.

But then I thought of the conversation I had with the proprietor of the yarn shop.  She was from Germany, had moved to LA and become a screenplay editor, had a falling out with a screenplay writer, followed The Horse Whisperer to Montana, and fell in love.  I spoke to her about writing and then I spoke a little German with her.  She told me I could call her and talk with her in German occasionally to get my language back.  I need to speak more German to strangers.  Especially the ones who actually speak German.

I decided that the conversation in the yarn shop was on the side of eccentric.  I am going to keep trying, though.  I will find ways to be eccentric.  Without using a lot of cats.