So get this one.
You know my sister-in-law Mary Neal? The one who appeared in the Frappr map category of
My Hair Is Red (and Quite Long)? Well, you may recall that she and my brother Clif recently moved to Chicago.
Mary Neal is a freelance graphic designer and editor, right, so the other day she’s at a publishing company to pick up a project, right, just sitting there waiting for a minute. The guy she’s been talking to disappears for a minute, then comes back and says, “Excuse me, but there’s someone here who thinks you might be in the same knitting group or something?” He looks quite puzzled, and he leads her around the corner, at which point Mary Neal comes upon a person named Susan.
It’s Susan M.! The Susan M. of West Chicago in the Mason-Dixon Knitting Frappr Map. Susan works at the publishing company Mary Neal was visiting. The thing is, Susan didn’t recognize Mary Neal because of her picture; Susan overheard her co-worker saying the name Mary Neal and figured that there could be no other Mary Neal in the world except the Mason-Dixon Mary Neal.
Small, tiny, infinitesimal world, eh?
We’ve got to have a Perfect Sweater Yarn-Winding Party in Chicago so that any other Frappr Chicagoans can all meet once and for all. We just can’t have people bonking into each other all willynilly like this.
A Surprise in the Mail
So a box shows up, extremely light, which makes a person fantasize that there might be yarn inside it. But the box is marked “Fragile,” which only the truly obsessed would write on a box of yarn. Yarn is many things, but fragile just isn’t one of them. What could it be?
Kristy M. has a family tradition of giving family members Christmas ornaments at Thanksgiving, and she was kind enough to share some with me. I love ’em! The thing that cracks me up is this:
Yarn provenance! Rule No. 42: Don’t send anybody a yarn ornament without telling what the yarn is.
We haven’t got our Christmas tree yet, so for the moment we’re decking the ficus with balls of yarn. Thanks, Kristy!