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June 12, 2005
I love Wool.
I honestly love wool. I've knit with more than a few "other" fibers, but nothing strikes my fancy or slides over my hands as pleasantly as wool. I love it's spongy softness, it's versatility, and it's resilience. You can felt it, wash it, stretch it, shrink it, and stay warm or cool with it. Perhaps most important, it doesn't laugh at you when you knit up a sweater and forget the armholes.
I had the pleasure of spending a day with Lyssa when she was on her way to Arizona.
She really is a cool person. I don't know many people who would take in orphaned kittens that need constant love and attention and foster them until she finds the perfect homes for them. This isn't her only talent. She knits, and creatively at that. She also sews, and she alters and creates clothes in such a way that make me say "Damn I wish I'd thought of that!"
She also made these stitch markers in a mere 10 minutes after I showed her how. What I really want to know is, is there anything she doesn't do?
Roberta, Lyssa, and myself had a great Stitch and Bitch here at the house. They patiently sat through one of my all time favorite movies, The Wicker Man. They didn't point and laugh when I repeated a main characters (Rowan) name over and over. Except I (thought I) was saying it the UK way. RRRoan!! And I re-enacted how I'm going to go in my LYS and shout it from the rooftop. RRRoan!
They endured the movie and my silliness too. I am thankful to consider both friends!
To counterbalance today's sentimentality I present to you the best all time television quote
I'm gonna need a hacksaw
Jack Bauer, 24, Season 2, 8:oo am - 9:oo am
It don't get much better than that, folks.
Posted by Michelle at June 12, 2005 08:34 PM