Even when she's in a good mood, Ruby looks sort of cranky.
Anyway, this week's Comment of the Week goes to Swirlypepper. Go click on Special of the Week at right to see it.
I certainly have a lot of faithful readers who have "pepper" in their names. What do you think this means? At any rate, congratulations, Pepper who spins around. You made a fine comment.
In the meantime, this morning I said to Marvin, "I'm going to go downtown and sign up for knitting classes."
"Okay. Freak," said Marvin. What I like about Marvin is how supportive he is.
"What I like about you is how supportive you are," I told him.
"Well, knitting has worked so well the other times you tried it," said Marvin, continuing on his supportive streak and further convincing me he should volunteer at a crisis line.
It is true that once he and I were on a train ride and a kindly old woman was in the next seat knitting, and I asked her to teach me to knit, and by the end of the train ride she was using the F word and trying to stab me in the medulla with her needles. But I have not given up hope that I can learn this skill! Yes, my grandmother told me to get the hell out of her house after she tried to teach me, but still.
So I went to Gate City Yarns which is in the cool part of our downtown. It was everything I dreamed it would be. Not that I have that many dreams about knitting stores. But it was an 1800s storefront that had been done over with warm gold walls and deep red trim, with a fireplace and two couches, and a man peacefully knitting on one of the couches.
There was a clawfoot bathtub full of yarn, and all sorts of knitting implements I knew nothing about.
The nice man on the couch, who at this point still likes me, told me he teaches the classes and that there's one starting next Saturday. He was just starting to sign me up when another woman came in asking for classes.
She and I stood there talking for about 45 minutes, and we have so many things in common you would just spit. We fell all over ourselves talking, and we are in the same class, and I said, "I guess I'll see you in class. What's your name?"
And she said, "June."
Could you die? I told her I'm June too, and I already have a partner in knitting. After she left, I stayed and talked to the two men who own the store for, I don't know, forever. I didn't know I could have such a good time spinning yarns. Get it? Wooo!
So next Saturday I will make a scarf. Allegedly. Do you understand the depth of my lack of crafting skills? Have you ever seen a present I have wrapped? It's like I have lobster pincers instead of fingers.
Here is the yarn I selected out of the clawfoot bathtub for my alleged mythical scarf:
Won't I look lovely in it? You know what would have been funny? Is if I'd have tried to pose with the yarn already around my neck, like it was already a scarf. But we are late for the movie and supportive Marvin is pace pace pacing outside the door of the computer room which is TOTALLY RUINING MY MOJO RIGHT NOW and no wonder I need a relaxing hobby like knitting.
That man is looming over me. Get it again? Okay, it was more of a weaving joke.
I hope I don't end up like that snobby Aunt Purl, who blogs about knitting and never answers people who might email her to tell her they think she is funny. Not that I personally know anyone who did not receive any answers from her. Or anything.
Okay, I must go before Marvin TURNS TO BUTTER WITH THE PACING. I'll tell you what I'm knitting. I'm knitting my brows at Marvin, is what I'm knitting.