I am posting about Saturday’s football game primarily to make sure far flung family members get to hear the story. The rest of you are excused from reading this post if you are bored by hearing about little kid football. Though, this story is pretty exciting, so you might want to read it anyway.
Last week I got a phone call from someone asking for some colors of yarn that I didn’t have in stock, but could order.
The yarn arrived and I called the number she had given me.
Turns out it was her cell phone and she had left it somewhere {i’m not clear if it was a store or a restaurant}. The store employee I spoke to was hopeful that I was the owner of the cell phone and was very apologetic. I wasn’t sure what to say!
Hopefully she’ll figure out where she left her phone soon, so that she and I can get in touch and she can get her yarn! Or maybe she reads my blog and will call me so I can tell her where her phone is and that I have her Lanaloft yarn in Mulling Spice and Scottish Highland…
In other knitting news:
(That would be a finished PAIR of socks. I’m pretty impressed with myself. I think the key for me was that I stopped the first one and worked on the 2nd one for awhile, so that I wasn’t faced with an ENTIRE 2nd sock after this first sock was done).
And you now what this means, don’t you?
Yup, I have my next sock picked out.
Oh, and that’s the Mulling Spice and Scottish Hillside in the background…
TTFN-
Suzanne
The scene: saturday afternoon at the football field
The characters: Me, and a bunch of raving lunatic fans of the other team
OK, they weren’t really lunatics, but I was completely surrounded by them on the bleachers, and most of them weren’t even really watching the game, they were chitchatting to each other about gawd knows what and it was annoying.
Quite frankly they were all invading my personal space, and because our team wasn’t doing very well, I wasn’t in a very good mood.
And then the two brats darlings next to me started pushing on the Rubbermaid tote I had with me (one of the big ones, it holds the team’s jerseys), shoving it right into my leg.
I lost it. Grabbed my tote and my bag and started stomping off, stage right.
I stomped and stomped and suddenly people were calling to me “Ma’am” “Ma’am” The fury was starting to clear and I became more aware of my surroundings. And was horrified to discover that there was a strand of yarn sticking out of my bag.
My partially knit sock had fallen out, about 15 feet from where I was standing. I had turned a corner, so there was yarn trailing behind me, starting to wrap around unsuspecting football fans.
The moral of the story? If you are going to stomp off in a huff, make sure your knitting is secure so it won’t fall out and betray you into looking like an idiot.
More about socks and football later.
Suzanne
