Pink Fluffy
I had a little "Colinette" fit a couple of months ago, and did some hanging out on eBay, as it's a good place to find various "Colinette" fibers at low prices, if one is good at managing eBay, and I ended up with some things I truly love -- made a couple of simple pullovers out of ribbon, and have the makings of one of the "Absolutely Fabulous" throws, in the "English Garden" colorway -- nummy. Hand-dyed Welsh fibers. Heaven.
However, apparently I lost my mind when I wasn't looking, and I also have, down at the bottom of one of my knitting bags, where I don't have to look at it too often, a "Love It" kit in what purports to be the "Mushroom" colorway.
I could have sworn, when I looked at it on the monitor, it was mostly brown and taupe, and therefore a thing I could conceivably wear. But the sack of yarn I've got is most definitely pink. I've taken it out several times to see if maybe I was wrong, but I'm not. It's pink. And it's mohair, mostly. So this means it's pink and fluffy.
I don't wear pink and fluffy.
Ever.
At all.
In fact, I don't know ANYBODY who wears pink and fluffy. It's no use keeping this stuff around in case I happen to all of a sudden discover I've got a pink fluffy person in my life, cause it's not going to happen.
You know how it is, if you come from one of those badly behaved families, how everybody in your life forever is in some way badly behaved? And you just can't even see the people who are well behaved and unlikely to end up in jail?
I think it's like that with me and pink fluffy people. The world is full of people who wear pink fluffy sweaters, and if I ever met one, I would probably even like her, but she and I will never even SEE each other -- we'll be walking down the street, pass within a foot of each other, and not notice the existence of the other person, cause she'll be looking in a shop window saying to herself, "Oooh, look! Pink and fluffy! That'll go nicely with my feather boa!" and I'll be looking in a different shop window saying to myself, "Oooh! Black and shiny! That'll look great with that sequined scarf!" and we'll never never meet.
I could, of course, knit the pink fluffy up expressly for the purpose of tormenting somebody -- this sort of move works especially well if one describes, in serious tone, the inspiration, gained through meditation, leading to the knitting of the said object -- "I'm told," one can say, "that you NEED this color in your life right now."
Yes. Lots of possibilities here. Oh, yes. And you KNOW who you are.
But of course, I'd have to knit the damn thing, wouldn't I. And even at 11 stitches to 4 inches, that's way too much time in hell.
I'm just going to have to resell it. The thing's unusable by me.
On the other hand, some things work out just fine:
These'll get blocked and sent off this week to somebody who'll be glad he got them.
And, oh, Lord, won't he be glad they're not made out of pink fluff.
However, apparently I lost my mind when I wasn't looking, and I also have, down at the bottom of one of my knitting bags, where I don't have to look at it too often, a "Love It" kit in what purports to be the "Mushroom" colorway.
I could have sworn, when I looked at it on the monitor, it was mostly brown and taupe, and therefore a thing I could conceivably wear. But the sack of yarn I've got is most definitely pink. I've taken it out several times to see if maybe I was wrong, but I'm not. It's pink. And it's mohair, mostly. So this means it's pink and fluffy.
I don't wear pink and fluffy.
Ever.
At all.
In fact, I don't know ANYBODY who wears pink and fluffy. It's no use keeping this stuff around in case I happen to all of a sudden discover I've got a pink fluffy person in my life, cause it's not going to happen.
You know how it is, if you come from one of those badly behaved families, how everybody in your life forever is in some way badly behaved? And you just can't even see the people who are well behaved and unlikely to end up in jail?
I think it's like that with me and pink fluffy people. The world is full of people who wear pink fluffy sweaters, and if I ever met one, I would probably even like her, but she and I will never even SEE each other -- we'll be walking down the street, pass within a foot of each other, and not notice the existence of the other person, cause she'll be looking in a shop window saying to herself, "Oooh, look! Pink and fluffy! That'll go nicely with my feather boa!" and I'll be looking in a different shop window saying to myself, "Oooh! Black and shiny! That'll look great with that sequined scarf!" and we'll never never meet.
I could, of course, knit the pink fluffy up expressly for the purpose of tormenting somebody -- this sort of move works especially well if one describes, in serious tone, the inspiration, gained through meditation, leading to the knitting of the said object -- "I'm told," one can say, "that you NEED this color in your life right now."
Yes. Lots of possibilities here. Oh, yes. And you KNOW who you are.
But of course, I'd have to knit the damn thing, wouldn't I. And even at 11 stitches to 4 inches, that's way too much time in hell.
I'm just going to have to resell it. The thing's unusable by me.
On the other hand, some things work out just fine:
These'll get blocked and sent off this week to somebody who'll be glad he got them.
And, oh, Lord, won't he be glad they're not made out of pink fluff.
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