Oh Ravelry. You are so wonderful. You have so many knitters all in one place. So many patterns. So many…bear things.
The following posts contains awful pictures, something in the neighborhood of stupid humor, and vague HP Lovecraft references. You have been warned.
It started like this. The scarf, ever hungry for yarn, is reaching the end of its first meal. But it is still hungry, and requires more. So out comes a new skein of yarn, wrapped up and twisted lovely and neat. So the scarf starts to devour this as well. Quite a few rows later, I realized I should really have started from the other end of the skein – the end that’s hidden within the depths of this cuddly mass and is much easier to knit with. So I set out to find it, but this only seemed to anger the skein. And before I knew it…YARNTHULHU, THE FREAKISH LOVECHILD OF YARN AND CTHULHU, EXPLODED INTO LIFE.
We fought viciously for control
for a good 5 minutes before I finally had it – I found the end! Success!
Alas, it was not the end of the battle. Yarnthulhu fought still, snagging and generally making a mess everywhere. Eventually
like 20 minutes and 108 yards of yarn later, Yarnthulhu gave in as its power dwindled to almost nothing, and my battle was won. I was richly rewarded with a lovely ball of yarn the size of your mom’s face that looks a lot smaller in the picture than it does in real life.
Maybe the next skein will give up its inner end. Maybe Yarnthulhu and I won’t battle again for a while. Maybe I’ll decorate the cat and take lots of pictures. Who knows?
…this seemed so much more dramatic while it was happening.
I’ll just go ahead and say it: I am almost endlessly fascinated by what other people carry around in their bags / pockets. Not to the point I’d go rifling through someone else’s stuff, that would just be weird, but I do like looking through Flickr groups like this. What’s in someone’s bag is a glimpse inside their head, much the same as knowing what books they read, what music they listen to, what they blog about, etc. I guess I just like knowing things.
Some people seem to carry so much stuff that I honestly wonder how they don’t fall over! Laptop, camera(s), handheld game(s), notebook(s), wallet, book(s), makeup bag / hair products, travel passes, (sun)glasses, umbrella, phone, .mp3 player, keys, pens galore…WHERE DO YOU PEOPLE FIT ALL THIS STUFF!? And then other people carry bunny masks and handcuffs……not sure I want to know this time. This totally explains why so many women carry around massive bags, though.
I think a more interesting collection to see would be what people carry around in their digital lives. You know, the things most people don’t see except on accident.
Then again…bunny masks and handcuffs. Maybe I don’t want to know.