Lost Post
Goddamn. I wrote a very amusing blog post about how J. and I were knitting at the Manx on Monday night, her a Parisienne-esque scarf, me a snake for my nephew, right under Dave Tough's elbow as he played and sang his sweet songs.
And how we both fucked up our knitting, me because I was looking around too much and dropped a stitch, her because my knitting drama was too distracting for the moss stitch. How she joked that Rock And Roll Is No Good For Knitting, and that tickled me very much.
It was funny, goddammit. And touching. And I got to use the phrase "snake inches," as in Because I only had 28 stitches instead of 29, I had to tear out 3 snake inches.
And seeing as how "snake inches" is currently my favourite thing to say, this disappearance is highly disappointing, I'll tell you what.
Bummer!
I would have very much liked to read that. And I forgot to tell you about this conversation.
David: What was Megan knitting?
Me: She was knitting a snake.
David: Hmm. Well, you should knit a spider then.
Ha!
I was thinking of that, whether it would freak me out if you were knitting a spider. I don't think it would, since it would be like two balls and some tubes, and I have neither balls- nor tube-phobia.
Rest assured though, that if I'd been doing the head part of the snake or sewing the mouth in, I would have brought the "frilly bag" I'm working on for Immy.
May the loss of snake inches be the worst of your worries from now on.
I hope so!
Hee hee... Snake inches!
Heh heh. Heh heh heh heh. Heh.
Megan...since our board meeting i've been trying to find ways to use snake inches in a given sentence...thank you for introducing me to such a lovely phrase.
I've knit a few snake inches myself for my boys ... sssssssssssso much fun!