There’s the mistake….I miscounted in there, didn’t notice and now have to unknit several rows to fix it. I can read my stitches, but I have not yet figured out how to drop down and fix a mistake. *sigh*. I think this one is going to go into time out for a little while, maybe if I leave it alone my brain will work out how to fix it. In the mean time I’m going to start the Porcelain cowl, also brioche, in white and purple lace weight. I may be nuts, but I’ll be occupied!
So, the story. Go get your tea, coffee, wine or whiskey, I’ll wait.
When we first moved here I discovered a cute little wool shop right here in town. Literally a mile and a half from my house. At first, I was a little hesitant to spend much time there, as I wasn’t working and had a yarn budget of zero, for months. I had a long conversation with the owner on quiet day when I was desperate to distract myself and have people to talk to that I hadn’t given birth to. She told me to come on in any time, regardless of how much yarn I could buy, she was delighted to be my friend.
From that, I began making a few friends. We met outside of the wool shop, to knit and have lunch. We even went to a class in a neighboring area one time. I was excited, I was making friends, I knew people with common interests. I did find it odd they asked me not to mention to the wool shop owner that we met outside of the shop. I also said I wouldn’t, but if she ever asked directly I wouldn’t lie about spending time with them.
Fast forward another couple of months. One day at the wool shop, the owner asked me to deliver a box of things a couple of things those women had left at the shop, when I went over there. I said sure….completely unaware of the underlying currents. I delivered the package….some needles that had belonged to the one ladies mom (she and the shop owner had been friends), a scale another lady had left there. Nothing critical or earth shattering….or so I thought. We knitted, laughed, talked and had a nice afternoon.
When I got home I found a pattern one lady had asked me about, and went to send her the link on FB. she had unfriended me. I was a bit surprised, but damn, were my eyes opened to the type of catty, childish people they were. I was dropped like a hot rock. Well, I neither want nor need people like that in my life. Who kills the messenger? Catty, nasty, immature women….that’s who!
Now I spend my time at the wool shop, where those women do not go ever, and have forged more real and honest relationships. I’m grateful, but, I’m a bit catty myself, and now and again an opportunity to get passive-aggressive revenge just falls into my lap.
Here’s the fun bit! One of those ladies is a skilled knitter, she does beautiful work…but she has a terrible time with brioche. A few days after I posted on FB the very beginning of my syncopated brioche shawl, the one woman from that group I am still friends with (on FB, and am civil when I run into her)shared a beautiful syncopated brioche cowl (yup, the Njord cowl I’m planning to knit) to the one who dropped me faster than a freight train. So, I’m not only going to knit it, bit I’m entering it in the county fair that SHE enters stuff in every year. Petty?? Yup. Vintictive?? Absolutely!!
But, oh, so satisfying. Remember, I’ve knit with her, watched her many little tantrums when a pattern or technique got the best of her. Hell, I’ve seen her toss her knitting across a room full of people because it wasn’t behaving. I dont care if I win, or place, or anything. I just wanna piss her off, because I know they talk shit about me, and this will infuriate her.
This is the yarn I chose for my main color, and it will be on a jet black background. One because it will stand out beautifully, and two…she refuses to knit dark colors. (I told you, I’m passive-aggressive petty, and people like that just enrage me!)
This what I’ll be knitting. I honestly think this is gorgeous, and I’ll love wearing it. It’s totally my style.
So, there’s the back story on this project. I know I’m being a little mean, but I didn’t deserve to be treated that way,and I’m not one to lay down and take it. Good or bad, there it is.