Monday, January 11, 2010

Wicked Taskmaster

And so have I entered into a difficult, somewhat adversarial relationship.  Admittedly, I did this willingly. There was no arm twisting or blackmail involved.  

However, there was a distinct desire.  A desire to learn a yarny craft. Our Lady has found herself envious of the yarn lust experienced by so many.  Soft, cushy, beautiful balls of untouched yarn seem to make otherwise sane women lose their heads, swoon and forget their responsibilities.  Half-forgotten, fond memories of knitting plague me recently.  
However, projects of the two needle variety are not the stuff of my desire now.  Not at all.  I have felt drawn to wrap my yarn around a single.....hook.  

Oh yes. Our Lady has caught crochet fever.  Even as I suffer the chills and sniffles of a wretched cold, I MUST attempt to learn to count chains, identify a back ridge, make a slip stitch. Oh,the tortures are endless. 

Alas, I am not experiencing the fond, fruitful relationship so many of you crafty crafters seem to share with your crochet hook. For the present, my foe shall be known as Wicked Taskmaster. Although he appears quite unassuming, I assure you this is not the case. You see him here....the lovely  blue one.  

Ah well. We shall come to terms he and I.  The yarn will most assuredly fly.


J. said...

My dear Lady,

I must say that I sympathize with this most Unholy of relationships. I feel I must offer my condolences, as I fear your social life slipping away as your yarning yearning increases. But on the upside, you'll find yourself with a plethora of afghans, scarves, hats, mittens, socks, and every sort of cozy imaginable! That being said, I congratulate you on your will to learn a new skill. I always appreciate a person's ability to craft something useful for themselves.
Oh, and as to your cold: Take two tablespoons of Apple Cider Vinegar in a tall glass of water or juice every four hours. You'll be fine in no time.

Prof. J.

Sherri B. said...

I have also met the Wicked Taskmaster in my past. I will tell you right now that he is a baldfaced liar. He led me to believe that I had to keep my yarn very tight if I wanted it correct. So after bruised fingers and a big old bad attitude I told him that I would hold the yarn as loose as I liked. Yes, I would hold it as if it were light as a feather and adjust it as I saw fit. He also told me the wrong way to turn at the end of the row and my piece kept growing at every turn. In the end I won and you will too.

Our Lady of Perpetual Stitching said...

My Dear Prof. J, your kind and wise words are always such an encouragement to me. I understand your enthusiasm for the learning of something new. For I know you to be a person of such immense curiosity and cunning that you are forever delving and diving into new and exciting endeavors.
I also suspect your encouragement might just have less than altruistic intentions. For I also know you to be a person who enjoys handcrafted, warm, knitty things. Perhaps you are hoping one such would find it's way to your Wunderkammer. Hmmm?

Our Lady of Perpetual Stitching said...

Sherri, you are such a smart little chicky to know that above all other things in life, few are truer than that misery does indeed love company. To know that I am not the only one to have such a frightful relationship with an inanimate crafty object is indeed reassuring. I find it wonderful that you tamed your Baldfaced Liar and made him see just who would be the bossy one. I will persevere.