Dave’s mother was a thrifty woman. This is a very nice way of describing her. One of her less eccentric thrifty ways was to knit slippers. For anyone. I once admired Dave’s and the next thing I know there is a package of 6 pairs for us. Three years later she’s dead and buried but those slippers are still going. Four strands thick, they will withstand a nuclear winter. We’ve just received the final load of stuff from her house and it includes all the yarn she stockpiled to make slippers:
Oh my. 15 balls of black, 7 of red, 7 of brown and 9 of some stripy stuff and one lone ball of soft white baby wool. The yarn is all sturdy, scratchy acrylic and stinks like a slap in the face. She was a heavy smoker for 50+ years….you can imagine the smell. Thankfully acrylic is washable o the smell will be sorted out. What I can’t sort out is what the HELL do I do with it all? It’s too scratchy for clothes and I was thinking of making a floor mat with some of it. But there’s 38 balls! There’s only so many floor mats one house needs. So does anybody have any ideas of what I can crochet that takes 38 scratchy smelly balls of yarn? Cat toys, amigurumi toys….still plenty of balls left!
Settlement on the new house is tomorrow!! The builders report had us freaking out about a few little issues so we went over this evening to check them out for ourselves. Due to Dave’s miscalculation we got there an hour early so we had a chance to roam the backyard without the real estate agent lurking. We discovered a real bounty too. Two apple trees, a garden with strawberry plants, carrots, potatoes and to my extreme satisfaction rhubarb! Dave doesn’t like it so I haven’t bought it since we have been together but now I can just go out to the garden and pick some for me. I know many of you may already own your own house so to you it is nothing but oh my goodness. The happiness it gave me to sit in the driveway and think that in less than a month it is going to be our house….we’ve lived in our rental house for over a year. That’s about 15.5 months of sharing a washing line with 2 other households. The simple joy of being able to hang anything I want on the line at any time of the day without caring if there is space left for the others…no washing machine right next to the toilet. No snoring spinster downstairs. No hearing someone else’s TV or radio or phone conversations. No more of those practically feral neighbour cats. Proper cell phone reception. A cat door. A garden. Not having to carry the groceries down a flight of windy stairs to get to the house. In the rain. A SEWING ROOM!! Pure happiness. So if at anytime between now and March 12th a blog post appears that contains nothing but sgjkghkldvileio then you know that it’s just me and I have finally completely lost my mind with excitement.