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May 04, 2005

Dear sock,

Knitting

I thought we were friends. I've been carrying you around with me all the time and introducing you to everyone. I took you to two movies. (Okay, Trainspotting was kinda weird, but don't take it personally.) I even was very careful to thoroughly wipe my hands after each bit of popcorn to make sure you didn't get dirty. You made friends on the T. I took you to class, where you impressed everyone with your style and charm. Basically, I feel like you've had a pretty good life so far.

So. Tell me. What is UP with the pooling thing? You were fine through the cuff and heel, but as soon as we hit the picking-up-stitches bit (I know, I hate that part too), you freaked out. What's going on? Anything you'd like to talk about? You know, I have it on pretty good authority that the back of the linen closet is a perfectly reasonable home for projects who do what you're doing. That doesn't sound like much fun, does it?

Now, since we've had such a good relationship so far, I'll give you a chance. But. I have some conditions:

1. I don't know how you got yourself into this pooling mess or how you're planning to get out of it, but whatever you come up with must look at least reasonably unstupid.
2. You must convince your mate to do something correspondingly unstupid when his/her time comes.

That's not too hard, right? Just do that, and we'll be back to our healthy loving relationship.

Thank you for your attention.

xoxo,
Kat

Posted by Kat at May 4, 2005 05:36 PM | TrackBack

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