Mossy Cottage Knits

"leaving a strand of yarn running from the passenger seat, along the side of the car, and into the trunk. And drove all over the city like that, with the yarn flappin' in the breeze."

Now really Ryan. It's not fair to make me laugh that hard at work. I so TOTALLY had this pictured. giggling may still ensue

i hope the yarn was still salvageable? i know it couldn't have been that long, but that's me, a yarn miser (you should see my scrap drawer. yes, i said drawer).

the yarn is just gorgeous! are you going to knit it up, or give it to his wife, so she can have the joy?

and i love TMK's "whapped up" niddy noddy. is it my imagination, or is it adjustable? i would love one of those.

I ran over a project dropped just outside the back door of the car ~ of course the ball made it INTO the car, so the 'problem' became immediately obvious. Oh, and I ran over it again, backing up to retrieve it...
Nice yarn, TMK! Love to see that close up...how about the 14th at Village???

TMK is a wonder. The yarn and the knitty-noddy are both incredible.

snerk! What a sight that must have been--yarn aflappin' in the breeze! Thanks for the laugh! TMK, your yarn is gorgeous! Who's with me to go to TMK's house reeeeealllyyyy late at night and pinch all her luscious yarn? We'll bring bribes.......oops, I mean treaties for Frankie so she'll let us in......... :)

Minnie, the yarn was still very salvageable. It just needs to dry, I think, although we discovered my mess-up as we were clambering into the car to head elsewhere, so I haven't given it, or the project, a close-up inspection.

We'll be giving the yarn to the dog-walker's wife as is. She is a very talented (and amazingly fast! I could tell you a story.) knitter and, I'm sure, will make something much more useful and appropriate to her family than I could make.

Rebecca, TMK promises to bring the yarn with her on the 14th.

TMK can come whap at my house any time! (She says, dreaming of cherrywood bookshelves...)

Yarn flapping in the breeze. Too funny *gigglesnort* Don't feel bad about the whapping thing. Some people are whappers and some are not. Some just sing regular music!

Just think, if TMK lived in Canada, all of us would be asking her to whap up a whack of niddy noddies.

And I would have to excuse myself and die laughing in the bathroom.

Ryan, were you driving thru Ballard while said yarn was flapping in the wind? Maybe with your left turn signal on? ;-)

TMK - Your yarn and Niddy Noddy are both amazing.

TMK can whap things together because she is TMK and that is why.

Oooh, perfect. TMK's yarn says, Grampa! to me in a tiny granddaughtery kind of voice. Apparently she can't decide if it's a grampa scarf or a grampa sweater, though.

That is some very sssexy yarn there, TMK! Your fake granny friend is going to love it. Don't forget to bring it on the 14th!!!!!

Ryan, is it ok if I have a wee little girlcrush on TMK? A significant other who spins yarn for you *and* bakes Happy Pie? *swoon*

That is some sexy-lookin' yarn, ma'am.

And Ginger, from what I recall of Ballard, you also have to have the buckle of your seatbelt trapped in the door and hanging out, don't you?

I may be a furriner, but I know my Ballard.

Elizabeth, girl crushes are allowed, but you may have to take a number behind the many other straight girls who think TMK is the bee's knees. (Of course, as soon as TMK learns how many yards of yarn she's going to have to spin and how many cherry shelves she's going to have to hang to live up to everyone's expectations, I suspect she will beg me not to allow girl crushes. And, now, to keep peace in the house, someone has to declare that they have a girl crush on me. Cricket chirp. Cricket chirp. Cricket chirp. Drat. But I'm not surprised. I'm very high maintenance, don't cook, spin, hang shelves, or do housework.)

And to the locals and the one furriner, yes, I suppose you could say it was sort of Ballard-esque. And to those of you who don't understand the "Ballard" code we're bandying about, it's a large neighborhood here in Seattle where the drivers have a reputation for, well, see above. And to anyone who lives in Ballard, we didn't mean you. :-)

Hey Ryan, I don't cook, spin, hang shelves and I HATE housework, so you can come hang out with me if you'd like...... :) We could sit on my porch and watch my doxie bark at squirrels and watch the squirrels throw nuts and sticks at the dog. We're easily entertained out here in the sticks. lol! Hope you and TMK have a great day! And you BOTH are the bees knees! :)

You're so funny Ryan. I'll give you a girl-crush. I think folk are just being shy about bursting through the door in their girl-crushiness for you.

Still not as good as a friend's 'incident'. Listening to her phone messages to find out her husband was in hospital due to work injury. |(turns out not serious but need to be taken care of). Threw her knitting bag in the car containing sock in progress. Got half way to destination when she heard a strange noise coming from the back end of the car. Turns out to be a flat tire.
A kind man stopped to help change it and when they looked at the flat tire it had been punctured by one of the DP's from her sock in progress!
Seems like she missed the fact that the yarn with the spare DP did not make it into the car!
Moral of the story "Don't forget your balls!"