Crunch Berries
Over the weekend, the Smallies, the pooch and I headed up to Whidbey Island, where we all went feral for a couple of days. The kids climbed rocks, played in the mud and skipped stones. The dog dove headlong into a bramble patch in search of a cottontail rabbit. Said rodent was actually behind her (I'm pretty sure laughing) at the time.
And I worked on my Kingscot:
My sister, who is also plotting to take over the world, insists that the job can be done (get this!) without any knitting! Bless her little feeble-minded heart! She, like so many others, has no clue of the power we wield. If only I could turn her to the dark side. But Susie is the sort of woman who has "people for that", and sees herself as more the idea-generating sort. The boring details, such as actual execution, are left to her people. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that her people are often me.
Susie watched me work a bobble on the cardigan front, with what I hallucinated to be interest. I instinctively tried to teach her the technique, until I realized that she was looking at me with the kind of disdain usually reserved for mildew specimens. "What?" I demanded. "Nothing," she said. "But those things look just like Crunch Berries."
I fear the New World Order under Susie's regime.
And of course Susie doesn't realize that if the pattern doesn't work, that the designer is "held responsible". Good for you for doing the grunt work on your own project. Kudos! --S
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love it!
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Ah, yes the innocent at mind!! It does take much to do beautiful knitting..
Really this is a chuckle! I have encountered this many time..it is a cover up for "I wish I could do that"
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AWESOME!
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I might add that my dear diabolical (see her plans to take over the world) sister Mary's knitting is, of course, beautiful, but then again . . . so are crunch berries . . .
I simply prefer to eat mine rather than wear them!
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