Hello…I am grouchy. I am a grump. I would even go so far as to say I am feeling like a snarky…witch. Despite the past 2 nights of very good sleep, apparently that whole month of sleeping like crap is finally catching up to me. Hence my lovely mood and the dark cloud that seems to follow my every footstep.
Muggels, lets talk about them for a moment. One of the things that helps alleviate my grumpiness is knitting, when I am in a mood, I like to knit…quietly, I don’t really care to engage in conversation about what it is I am doing. I despise ignorant knitting questions. Now don’t get me wrong, I am eager to share my craft with those who are truly interested in the mechanics of knitting and/or have a desire to learn. But how many times have you settled back, really wrapped your brain around that four row pattern repeat, only to be met with…”watcha doin?”, or there’s the perennial favorite…”you making a sweater?”…..”No, I’m making a hand knit muzzle, wanna try it on?”
Yesterday of course was no exception. Several months ago, I ordered this on ebay
a gorgeous skein of hand died “Black Cherry” fingering weight, merino sock yarn, 250 yards. Yesterday I was wearing a scarf that I had made last winter, my scarf is 6 ft long and 1ft wide, and knit with 2 strands of Patons Divine in Richest Rose, held together. My somewhat ditsy co-worked says to me, “Did you make your scarf?”…me typing away, “Yes.”….”Did you make it with that Black Cherry yarn?”
…….*crickets chirping in the distance*…….
It took me nearly 30 seconds to realize that she wasn’t kidding and was patiently awaiting my answer. I was so stunned I didn’t really know what to say. So trying to cover up my incredulous disbelief, I mumbled, “no, a different yarn”
Anyone can see that these two yarns are nothing alike, not even close, They aren’t even the same color. Even if you couldn’t tell a knitting needle from a pasta fork, you can tell that in no way could my sock yarn magically become a furry mohair-like-bulky weight! Kelly told me I had to be nice to the muggles…but she, being snarky as well, did have a crushing reply at the ready, “Why yes, the smooth, thin yarn magically turned into bulky furzy yarn. It’s magic yarn. Wash it and it grows, it’s a Chia Scarf.” He, he, this is why I like Kelly, our brains have a tendency to travel in the same rut.
There is one muggle who always cracks me up with his comments, my dad. He asked me once as he watched me knit, “If I give you some steel wool…will you knit me a car?” See, my snarkiness is genetic.
Maybe grumpy knitters should come with a warning label:
“Grump who knits with pointy sticks,
ask brainless questions at your own peril”
…and so to try and dispel my grumpy mood, this little episode will spawn a contest.
The Dumb Muggle Challenge!
Leave me a comment telling me about the dumbest comment/question a muggle has made about your knitting by midnight (EST) February 5th. The one that has me laughing the hardest will win you a really snarky coffee mug and some sock yarn.