May 05, 2003

Don't Throw a Molly!

For my birthday, K took me to one of those “paint your own ceramics” places. Little did we know we would come away that day with a new expression, “throwing a Molly.”

molly.jpgSoon after we started painting, two young mothers came in with their respective three-year-old daughters and a child in a stroller. We knew things weren’t going well when, ten minutes into their painting session, the mommies were left doing the painting and the girls were wandering abstractedly around. After a few minutes of this, the girls proceeded to get (a) thoroughly bored and (b) thoroughly wound up. Soon, one of them, whose name by then we had learned was Molly, decided it was Time To Leave and started yanking single-mindedly on the door of the shop. It was too heavy for her to open, so she commanded the other girl to help her and they both started hauling on the door. Eventually they realized they couldn’t open it, which thought was immediately followed by the horrifying realization that they were trapped in a hellish dungeon where children were forced to paint. Molly then proceeded to go into a frenzy of rebellion. First, every time the child in the stroller sat forward, Molly would push her back. Sit up. Push. Sit up. Push. Sit up. Push. You could almost tap your toes to the rhythm. Then Molly started repeating everything the other three-year-old said:

“Stop it.”
“Stop it.”
“Mommy!”
“Mommy!”
“I’m bored.”
“I’m bored.”
“Can we go home now?”
“Can we go home now?”

This culminated with Molly repeating everything her mother said:

“Molly, stop it.”
“Molly, stop it.”
“Molly, cut that out.”
“Molly, cut that out.”
“Molly, stop pushing the baby.”
“Molly, stop pushing the baby.”
“Molly, I mean it.”
“Molly, I mean it.”
“Molly, you just wait until we get home!”
“Molly, you just wait until we get home!”

We had to hide our faces in our hands, we were laughing so hard. It was the most devious, insidious and spectacular temper tantrum ever.

From that day forward, whenever either one of us has started to get a little fractious, the other one will say, “Hey, don’t throw a Molly!” Sure makes it hard to stay mad...

Knitting Knews
I 've finished the first Lorna's Laces Gold Hill sock for K. Lordy, but it takes a long time to knit a sock using LL! However, I pride myself on having graduated from worsted weight yarn, size 3 dpns, and 48 stitches, to fingering weight yarn, size 1 dpns, and 72 stitches.

I also pride myself on never having succumbed to SSS (Second Sock Syndrome). Every sock I’ve ever knit has been dutifully provided with a loving mate. Although, the truth be told, lately I’ve taken to alternating between two different pairs of socks, Sock One of one pair, Sock One of the other, Sock Two of the first pair, Sock Two of the second. Sigh...I suspect this is “gateway” behavior for eventually committing the SSSS (Second Sock Syndrome Sin).

I had plans to take a photo of the finished sock this weekend but the weather wouldn't cooperate. I just couldn't see putting my newly knitted sock on a wet sidewalk in the pelting rain to take a photograph. Maybe in my next posting?

Dyer's Garden Dyegest - The Honeymoon is Over
We are unable to find madder anywhere in either plant or seed form. It looks as if it will have to come off our carefully crafted list. We weren't able to find safflower plants or seeds locally either so K ordered seeds from the Abundant Life Seed Foundation. She also ordered indigo larkspur (which is mentioned online as a plant that can be used for dyeing) and cerinthe purpurea (not for dyeing; more for show). A photo of our treasures:

Seed_Packets.jpg


Posted by Ryan at May 5, 2003 09:46 AM