In Which the Pirate Tours Yarn Stores.

I did not go to Rhinebeck this past weekend, and it’s probably just as well. I heard that it was cold and rainy. Perhaps next year!

Instead, I spent the weekend in Boston with a couple of friends who indulged my strange hobby and waited patiently while I visited Newbury Yarns and Windsor Button, petted all the yarns, and purchased nothing. There were a couple of sock yarns at Windsor Button that almost came home with me, but in the end I decided that nothing really had to.

I did get to work on my handspun sock for a while in the airport. A woman across from me at the gate watched curiously for a minute or two, then asked, “Excuse me, but… what is that called, that you’re doing?”

“Knitting,” I said. “I am knitting a sock, even if it doesn’t look like much yet. This will be the toe.” I showed her the barest beginnings of sock.

She nodded. “Nih-ting,” she said, trying the word on for size as if she’d never encountered it before. “Nih-ting. You don’t see too many people doing that anymore!”

“No,” I agreed, and went back to it.

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3 Responses

  1. Strawberry says:

    “Nih-ting” Ha! That made me laugh out loud. Good thing you didn’t tell her the yarn was handspun… her head might have fallen off!

  2. Allison says:

    Probably the same woman doesn’t know people still cook and quilt and enjoy life. Geez!

  3. A#1 Lucky Tiger PirateHusband says:

    Nih-ting.. you say, eh? Now you are just making up words, you strange kids…

    What KP left out was that the woman was older then she, which I found to be very odd. I could expect ignorance of one of the oldest continuous handcrafts in human history from a kid, but not a grown woman. Pirate Brother-in-Law, a lovable youth, is on the record for such winners as: “They have classical music radio stations?!!” and”wait, you mean Eric Clapton played electric guitar??!”

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