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