In anticipation of his birthday, my boy has decided he doesn’t want to turn 17. After discussion we agreed we could pretend, for now, that he is still 16. It reminded me of a friend from way back, whose daughter was eleven, and asked her mom when she would get breasts. Seizing this teachable moment my friend explained to her daughter that first she would probably grow some pubic and underarm hair. "Yukk!" exclaimed her pre-teen in disgust, "It’s gross, it sounds funny when you scratch it, and if I get any of that I’m shaving it off."
When I was a kid all I wanted to do was grow up so I could eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. The thing I wanted to eat daily was cantaloupe, followed by butter lettuce with olive oil and salt, and then chocolate cake, not necessarily with icing. In college, my roommate and I were a good match, she liked the frosting, I liked the cake, and we’d trade off my icing for her cake. The same held true for oreos – I ate the cookies and she ate the cream.
Food has a scary influence in my life. I’m beginning to believe, however, that yarn is taking over. Funny thing how both, for me, require a well developed adult sense of self control. I’ll let you know how successful that sense is when I come home from my weekend at the Seattle Knitting Expo. I could be like a kid in a candy shop after selling a substantial part of my stash at our yarn swap last week.
A member of our Chicks With Sticks group, who was at the swap, is seeking to purchase an out-of -print magazine.If you have: Piecework issue Sept/Oct 1994, and are willing to part with it for a price, please let me know.
More Print O’the Wave in Seasilk in progress:
Life's a Stitch 
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