Thursday, February 2, 2012

THE CROCHETING MALE

Where do I start? How about Tori moved back home. Or, Tore moved home and brought her fella. Perhaps it would be easier to say that she and Leon got married on December 31, 2011.

Ok, I got my baby girl back. I am so happy to have her where I know she’s eating 3 a day and has heat and water. She went through a bad patch. I don’t think I still know the half of it. When she got really stressed she called me and asked that I bring her some yarn and crochet hooks. I was proud to pull together a big bag. They moved in with me on December 17th.

As you may have guessed there is new twist. He crochets.

He has joined us at the knitting meet ups. I have GOT to work on him about his conversational skills. Some of the things he says!

I have to date looked up a pattern for the Confederate Battle flag. Yes, there is one. I made him promise to also do an Old Glory for the Honoring our seniors program before I agreed to hunt up yarn for him. They are both red, white and blue…. Patterns for several sports teams and NASCAR, assorted household items, and I guess he will have to write his own pattern for a riffle cozy.

When we shop for yarn he looks at the camouflage. I wonder: do they make that stuff just for guys like him? He prefers steel hooks. Won’t touch one that’s “pink”.

Tori has/is teaching him Tunisian crochet. He wants to learn to make “cool blankets and stuff like Miss Kat.”

I have come to realization that the stash much now be a three way split. He is NOT getting any of my black. I have plans for it!

He is a mess in his tough red-neck mannishness. He won’t crochet with pink yarn either. He insists on being sooo manly.

I wonder: He does know he’s a crocheting man. Right?