Don't Talk to Your Textiles

The Ballband Dishcloth is done. I'm a little anxious about using it, though. It's just sitting on my desk. It looks at me every time I go out to wash dishes. "Mommy? Don't you love me, Mommy?"

"Of course I do. I made you."

"Then why can't I do what I was made to do?"

"I don't want to spoil you."

"How can being used spoil me?"

"You'll wear out."

"Yeah, Mom. So will you."

"Nice talk from a dishcloth."


On the sane front, I've been looking at a ga-horgeous pattern for a solid month. The kit, which includes fabric and sewing floss is listed at $54.99. That doesn't include shipping. I searched the a while back and found it for $9.99. That's if you can find a retailer selling it. Well, I searched again last night and found it on eBay for $2.75 + $2.50 shipping. Hoop-dee-do!

Is it really all that weird?

The lights come up on Desi sitting somewhere in public, like the coffeeshop or a waiting room, knitting on this charming little project. A friend, stranger, or family member approaches.

Friend: Oh, that's cute. I like the brick pattern you've got going on there.

Me: Thanks! I'm not really used to color work, so this has been fun.

Friend: (blathers on about their own life for a while, then) So what is it going to be?

Me: A dishcloth.

(pause)

Friend: Oh.

Me: You know, like something from the Thirties?

Friend: (after a moment, smiles and nods with insincere appreciation) Ah. (Excuses self and makes rapid exit.)

Desi continues to knit.