Worsted
posted 22 February 06 by J.S. Vodalarius
You know that part in the beginning of Through The Looking-Glass where Alice is having trouble with her cat Dinah? Where Dinah’s getting tangled up in this ball of worsted that Alice has been winding? Well, now I understand. Because I just spent fifty frickin’ minutes winding up most of my yarn into proper center-pull balls – made the contents of my knitting bag more compact, and made the yarn easier to deal with. And of those fifty minutes, thirty were spent with the skein of dark blue worsted. Thirty fucking minutes. On one skein. I suppose it could have been worse, but I don’t want to know what worse would entail.
Alice, babe, I feel your pain. Although lucky for me my cat is currently asleep.
Speaking of worsted…worsted weight should be a weight category in boxing. Just throwing that out there. I think it’d be neat.
Fucking Marquess of Queensberry, getting Oscar Wilde sent to jail…
Yeah. I’m going to bed now.