It has been an interesting morning. I had a great phone conversation with a friend about the nature of church, which at our church is quite a topic at the moment. We discussed the nature of men, which is also quite a topic. And we discussed marriage, which is ALWAYS one of my favorite topics.
We were pondering the question of why men cheat on the women they are still married to. Cheat really is a great word to describe the whole phenomenon: you had a deal with somebody, and now you’re breaking the rules. You’re cheating. It’s the disrespect of it all that really gets me–if you’re miserable in your marriage, for heaven’s sake get out of the marriage in a respectable way, then go find somebody else. Anybody (say, for example, me, when I was in 9th grade) who’s had to claw through the wreckage of their parents’ divorce will tell you that there are bad divorces and worse divorces. No busted marriage is any good; but when one parent is totally dumped on, it makes it kind of tricky for the children to navigate the aftermath. There’s my free marriage advice for the day.
ANYway, while we were discussing all THAT, I wandered into my closet to survey my yarn situation. Now that the Tweedy Squares blanket is done, I needed to find a non-wool palate cleanser. When I came upon three little pigs’ worth of Handmaiden Flaxen, it was a regular grapefruit sorbet.
Flaxen is 65% silk, 35% linen. Works up on a size 4 needle. I can’t think of another yarn that has this delicious texture, so I’m going to make a swatch and see what the variegation does. I’m not persuaded that this is going to look all that great when it’s knitted up. But jeezeepers, it is so very beautiful in the skein, and today, that’s plenty.
And seeing this yarn again, which I discovered at Nancy Parson and Cat Bordhi’s sock workshop last March, reminds me of that great trip to Oregon. Yarn really does make a fine souvenir.
Sorry to rant about lyin’ cheatin’ philanderers. But really, there’s just not much shame left anymore, and anybody out there who’s cheating ought to think hard about what they’re up to. It’s hard to imagine a situation where it’s a good idea.