of pompons, hazmat, and fuzzballs
The new Rowan is here! The new Rowan is here!
When bad pompons happen to good people
In the all about me department, I started my new real grownup job today. By grownup, I mean I can't work in my jammies or at the cafe as I am wont, there's no yarn discount, but I get health insurance and a retirement fund. There's benefits and there's benefits, y'know?
This job is so grown up, there was even an HR orientation. The highlight of the orientation was a short film, a summary of which follows:
A woman discovers a puddle in a campus parking lot. She locates the nearest emergency telephone and contacts campus security. Within moments a hazmat team in PVC suits and gas masks appear on the scene. They dump bags of kitty litter on the puddle, suck up the gunk with a shopvac, and drive off before the woman can thank them.
I was so stupefied I had to knit a bit on my sock to stay focused and calm.
On the walk home I kept an eye out for puddles, but could not locate any emergency telephones. I will have to find a different route home during the rainy season.
and then this:
I think I'll try navajo plying again since the colors are so purty. But once again, completely at a loss for what to make with this yarn.
The yellow/brown bits from the original roving (Interlacements wool/mohair) were cast aside for another project - they just didn't seem right with the jewel colors. Any ideas for what to do with those?