Yarn Dreams
yarn dream part 1
I had one of the best dreams ever in the wee hours of this morning. I dreamt I was yarn. A skein of sock yarn. My sock yarn.
The dream starts with me sitting on a shelf above a desk. It is where I live as this skein of yarn and have for quite sometime. I feel pretty treasured because my knitter talks to me while she works.Tells me her woes, bounces ideas around and sometimes will even sing me a song. She will take me down every once in awhile to pet me, admire my colours and then tell me what a pretty skein of yarn I am. (I love it when she does this) She then explains to me why she has not been able to bring herself to knit with me. How she is not ready, if she balls me up all my colours do different things and she will never see me this way again. How when she casts on all those knit possibilities that I had for her are gone. I do believe she feels a little guilty. I wish I could tell her it is fine because really I have grown as attached to her as I think she is to me. I kind of like my shelf home. I feel a bit like a yarn princess.
I think it is a day like any other. I am sitting on my shelf listening to the everyday noises of a starting day here in my part of the world. As usual when everything settles my knitter walks in to work. She does not sit at her desk. She is just standing there staring at me and I have to say it was a little unnerving. She then whips me off the shelf in very decisive manner and says, “ok my yarny goodness today you and I are spending the day together”. I am shocked because seriously I have been on this shelf for quite sometime and thought I would be living here forever. I am a little scared.
She takes me to into a different room and unwraps me. She has never ever done this before. It is strangely freeing and a little disconcerting. I am then placed on this very odd looking contraption and stretched beyond anything I remember. It doesn’t really hurt just feels odd and oh so new. Then… then she does something that I can tell means there is no going back, that my little skeiny life has just irrevocably changed. She unties my slip knot and pulls. I know you can feel it right? The tug of change.
She hooks me up to yet another odd looking thing and then holy cow we are spinning around and around oh so fast. Oh my goodness I vaguely remember this spinning feeling from some other long ago time.
But this is different I am not quite me but not gone although the slipping away feeling is getting really hard to manage. ohhh … I am gone. No wait, I am still here. Yup I am here, just kind of all wound up. Wow now this is quite a feeling. So different not like myself at all, kind of round and bally. hmmm… not sure what to make of all of this, I’m so compact. oh look at knitter though, she is certainly pleased. And listen… she is singing. She only does this when she is really happy. I like making her happy. I think it might be part of my yarny life purpose, this making my knitter happy.
stay tuned for part two of this dream tomorrow.
ok I have to get back to work, it’s 9:17 and Cockeyed and Etta Mae are showing up and I have to call Meg Swansen (that’s right) and then there is the accountant and answering of emails and web stuff and packing. Honestly I would so rather tell you about the rest of my dream.
Later… something to look forward to right.
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Yes please tell me more:) I was hooked on this string…
I so hope that my yarns feel the same way…makes me want to go home and scoop them all up and put them into my radio flyer wagon (I’ll have to remember to stop on the way home to pick one up) and then take all of the yarns on a nice walk to a park….there we can just sit and be together and enjoy.
Don’t you just love stories from a different point of view? I must be horrendously egocentric because my dreams are all about me in relation to other things. Mind you, I woke up on Monday from a dream where I could actually see my right hand needle being oh so carefully placed in a stitch and the yarn being lovingly wrapped around the needle. It was all in slow motion, but that seems to be the speed at which I knit. Anxiously awaiting the continuing dream sequence. Cheers and red wine, Hazel.
i’ll wait…
sigh
smile
knit
You have such a way with a yarn. Please don’t string us along.
I guess I can wait if it’s Meg Swansen….but oh, I hate cliffhangers!! Please, please don’t delay too long. I want to know what happens next!!
Funny you should dream that…
So that is what my yarn is thinking! I never knew…
(and I am so waiting for part II)
I don’t know if my yarn wants me to be happy the way your yarn wants you to be happy. I think my yarn that started its life in your barn left there with every intention of making me happy but became despondent once it recognized how slow a knitter I am.
Such a great, yarny story that I can hardly wait for the rest of! So much bettter than the dream I had last month about STR!
I like the start of this. Looking forward to seeing how you end it. In the mean time I’m coming up with all kinds of endings on my own. Must be the closet writer in me. Have a great time in Madrona.
Now it is going to be even harder for me to find projects for my yarn from Knot Hysteria now that it has feelings!!!! Maybe I should make a special shelf for my extra special Knot Hysteria yarn.
What a great dream! I feel that way about my STR. Sometimes I don’t want to use it cause it’s so darn pretty!
hmmm waiting for part 2 or aren’t we all.
My guess of the identity of the skein in the above color obsession photo is
Valenscummy. It
Sometimes we wish our dreams come true cv writers
Hmmmm…..yarn, eh? I can’t say I’ve had that specific dream before, but I can certainly relate to some of the thoughts throughout your dream!