In the yarn store the other day, I overheard a lady telling the owner that she was “looking for a new project,” because she had “just finished that sweater.”
“That sweater.” As in, one sweater. “A new project.” As in, a single serving of project.
Now, I’m as open minded as the next person, but I don’t mind telling you that I felt sick to my stomach, as I realized that only a few bins of 20 percent-off bamboo away from me stood a knitter who works on one project at a time.
I thought this primitive practice had been outlawed a long time ago, like polygamy and draining people’s blood when they had a head cold. Is serial knitting monogamy making a comeback? What’s next, wet nurses?
Not Ready for the Stone Age
I have a question for you two. A lady at my local yarn shop showed us how she spit-felts yarn together so that there are not any ends to weave in. She licked her palms and rolled the yarn ends between them and I thought I was going to die. Do people really do this?