Leave Me Alone, I'm Spinning All Night Long-It's a Family Tradition

I am formulating a plan to put my husband to work post election.  I am going to form a modern day sweatshop.  Mr. Cutthroat can learn to comb, card, and dye yarn.  And, maybe I can go one step further by getting that Angora rabbit I have been wanting so he can comb it while I am at work.  Our apartment can be a fiber factory.  Now, I need to subtly lay the groundwork about how manly it is to comb rabbits.  This could be a little more of an undertaking than I originally anticipated.  I have been talking up the Knitting Truckers like I personally wrote the article.  Surely, my husband might relate the burly, gruff testosterone nature of a long haul trucker on the go with a kickin' beret  on his circulars.  Perhaps not. 

Everywhere I Go, You Know, I Take Yarn with Me

I always feel like a willing participant in a freak show when I bust my needles out in public.  People I don't know feel compelled to stop and share knitting stories about someone they once knew who's grandma once made a pair of socks, or maybe it was a pair of mittens.  I love sitting somewhere with my knitting and someone gives me that nod and smile, as if to say, "hey, I knit too!"  Maybe I have gone a bit overboard in chosen venues.  Powering through that cable knit scarf at a water park was a tad excessive.  But, in my defense, it was Omaha and I was a new knitter!  I have learned some tough lessons from bringing certain patterns to inconvenient places, such as, never ever bring a project with specific counts to a barbecue--just bring your drop spindle instead.

But, I Can't Help Falling in Love with Yarn

When I started knitting, I promised myself that I would only commit to doing one project at a time.  As I came to know more and more knitters, I heard the horror stories from the ladies about rooms of unfinished projects.  Well, patterns cross your eye, you run across that once in a lifetime dye lot, or -gasp- a sale and it happens.  Right now, I've got socks, a cashmere scarf, and two skeins of yarn floating in the unfinished air.  Cutthroat Yarn has motivated me to finish all these projects and get back on track.  I have got to put my blinders on and bypass all that fancy fiber and yarn until I get some of these projects locked up.  No thank you, tiny baby sweater!  Not now, laptop cover!  And, not so fast, hipster tie! 

At Last, My Yarn Has Come Along

I spent the better part of my day watching my loving husband wind my pretty handspun skeins onto my niddy noddy.  As I get this business off the ground, I am realizing how lucky I am to have a supportive husband to counteract the unsupportive cats.  Which, by the way, the cat-yarn relationship seems to be more complex than I could have anticipated.