1000 Yards of Pale Pink Plastic
September 19th, 2006 | View Comments
My grandmother discovered I was a knitter at our family reunion two summers ago. She got all excited, exactly as you would expect a grandmother to do. She promised me she would send me her stash. I got all excited, exactly as you would expect a knitter to do.
And sure enough, a package arrived in the mail shortly after. It did not contain fifty balls of talking, homosexual sock yarn. Or a cigarette-smoking sheep. What arrived was silent, but not in a good way. It was in the delivering-a-menacing-death-glare, very very bad way.
It looks innocent, but it’s not.
The yarn is probably as old as I am, with yellowed ball bands in Japanese. A quick swatching and attempted blocking confirmed that it was the squeaky, sticky kind of acrylic that doesn’t even pretend to absorb water.
I came to regard it as a strange cousin that had come to stay.
Maybe I could knit it into a large, pink elephant.
CogKnition posted this on September 19th, 2006 @ 9:17pm in Yarn | Permalink to "1000 Yards of Pale Pink Plastic"
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Or, you could be the first person to knit an actually-effective knitted raincoat…
Hee hee…the dreaded grandma stash! My grandmother almost exclusively knits with acrylic and I am hoping she doesn’t try to give me any. It’s a sweet gesture and all, but…
Sigh – you go through the thrill of anticipating the stash, just to see an acrylic mass at the end of it :0(