Stuff got Weird when I went to buy wool. September 28, 2017 16:00
I was on a wool buying mission for the knitting of dog jumpers. Sending me on this mission was admittedly like sending a penguin to buy paper clips or a boll weevil to open a bank account. It was always going to be tricky, I do not knit, I sew.
The master knitter aka my mother had sent me out to get stuff. It had to be double knitting, different colours from three different shops, I had to match the serial numbers to make sure the colours were from the same batch, and I wasn’t to be long because it was W.I in the afternoon and the talk was about the history of knickers and she wasn’t going to miss THAT.
So I trudge back to the car, bags bulging with Tonsil Red (for Rudolph’s nose) and Holly Green (for the background), when it strikes me that I am in the middle of a very famous Joni Mitchell song. Look at these in the underground car park, tell me you hear it too?
I am in the parking lot, the trees are in a museum/prison and now people are staring at me as I sing out loud..
Had a farmer rocked up in his tractor with a spray can labelled “poison”, I may have fainted but that would have been OK, as I was still carrying enough wool to cushion the fall of Rome, never mind just me. Wow, she released “Big Yellow Taxi “ in 1970, talk about still being relevant. However, none of this is getting the jumpers knitted. Grandma is probably at the part in the talk where she is hearing that during the Renaissance, pants were considered highly desirable to stop ones thighs showing if one fell off one’s horse. We will never hear the end of it.
Love that song. While you are here, would you like a little peak at these? See you in a few weeks.