Sunday, August 20, 2006

Betty Crocker meets Macguyver (without the icky duct tape)

I've been working like a fiend this week - barely been home even, and when I was there I was desparately trying to keep up with the work I had to do from there. This next week isn't going to get any better until next Sunday either - something major to do each day. So that's why no posts, and why likely no posts this week either. Nothing wrong, just frantic, chaotic, and very busy.

But I had to come on and confess that She-who-should-update-her-blog and Anj were right. Like this should have been a surprise?

See, two MDSWs ago we all bought some mohair/wool bumps of fiber from the same vendor. The two of them were both disappointed when they went home and spun theirs. I had no problems with mine at all. The thing is, we got several different colors among us. For me, the apple green and the multi color was just fine. They kept saying their's didn't feel clean, I kept saying mine was fine.

And then I spun tried to spin up the copper. A glorious, gorgeous, rich coppery color that was just warm and happy to see. And a bit like spinning chewed gum. BLECH. So as a test, I separated some out, and decided to wash it. Hauled out the ole crock pot, the Dawn, not the camera (sorry) and set that puppy (er, goat) to simmer.

When I rinsed it, you'd think I'd been cooking KoolAid for all the color that washed away. Now I have clean mohair that is an orange I would not have bought (pretty, I suppose, for a Halloween pumpkin, but not the amazing copper I paid for).

Well, blast.

In addition to that, I was helping out at Cloverhill this week so they could get some seasonal moves done, and in moving a bit of furniture, one of my very expensive, high class shoes (okay, it was a three dollar flip flop) got caught under the bookshelf and ripped apart. Of course this happened early in the day, and of course there wouldn't be a good time for me to go home and get new shoes. So I thought to myself "what would Macguyver do?"

I tried staples, but that only worked for about an hour before they ripped out again. So the next step was to try to tie the thing back together... if only I had some string or something....

I did eventually figure out the idiocy of thinking "if only I had some string or something" while standing in a yarn shop, grabbed some scraps that even matched the no-longer-flipping flop and tied it back together.

I felt very special all day.

Even thought I'm down eight ounces of fiber and one three dollar flop.

And now I gotta run - teaching a long spinning class today!


Blogger David said...

:: sigh ::

It’s MacGyver, dear sister.

You’d think you could correctly spell the name of the character on whom your elder brother had a crush for most of his junior-high—well, okay, maybe a little into high sch—

Okay, fine. I still have a crush on him.

Shut up.

10:08 AM  
Blogger Devorah said...

Those "but I need something like string" moments happen far too frequently to members of my family. The member in question usually gets hit in the head with a ball of yarn. Congrats on pulling yourself out of the moment and jury-rigging the shoe.

11:47 AM  
Blogger Laura said...

Hey you! Bring that orange mohair to knit night! Possibly I will arrange to purchase it from you! I loves me some mohair after all and I like oranges. :)

11:49 AM  
Blogger Rachel said...

The Yarn Harlot had one of those "if only I had some string" moments on her blog recently. It had something to do with a leaky roof in a yarn shop, though for the life of me I can't remember or figure what that has to do with string. But then, maybe I don't have the McGyver mind...

12:19 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

Oh wait. Maybe it was an "if only I had a pointy stick" moment. Yeah that was it. It was "if only I had a pointy stick" while standing in front of a knitting needle display. To poke a hole in the leaky ceiling to release some of the weight of the water that was collecting so the ceiling wouldn't collapse. Maybe there's hope for me yet.

12:22 PM  
Blogger purlewe said...

well at least it washes out.. I am sure you can find someone who likes orange...

3:21 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

Great Class Yesterday Amie! Although I've never had a class on spinning I think you covered all the basics very well. It was nice to meet you too. Now, I will just have to get a wheel and keep on spinning.

5:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, Sweetie!
I showed you the finished product, but I want to officially notify you that I've finished my second pair of socks. Toss that on the total, please.

11:29 AM  
Blogger Clara said...

Hell-ooo did someone just say orange mohair? And in a tone that didn't indicate total adoration?! Madness! Pure madness! Bravo on the flip-flop. Where can I get the pattern?

10:12 PM  
Blogger alliesw said...

Believe it or not, orange is my favorite color.........

10:31 PM  
Blogger Kadiddly said...

Amie, you still alive out there? I know you're busy, just wanted to make sure you weren't lying dead of a fiber overdose in some LYS somewhere.

1:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How ya doin' sweet pea?

Miss you - hope you are well and the rains didn't was you away...

Nancy, Gracie & Emma

9:02 PM  

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