I am particularly fond of 70’s disco bands that used real musicians, especially horn sections, instead of synthesized sounds. Think KC and the Sunshine Band; think Kool and the Gang. Yeah. Those guys.
Disco has a place in my home. When I clean house, I must have a dance playlist pumping put the tunes to keep me going, pushing through the various messes and ick that need to be taken care of. Sometimes it is 80s techno or 00s pop, but most recently, I’ve had a taste for my old faves.
Now. Let’s set the mood. Before reading the rest of this post, go listen to this. Crank it up. I’m Your Boogie Man.
Do you hear it? Ahhhh.
Okay. So, I’ve got some cleaning and disinfecting to do. I’ve also got a teen-aged daughter who needed some motivation to help… a soundtrack for sweat. I put KC and the Sunshine Band on 11; then the sneer came – the look of abject horror on my girl’s face as she watched me work it around the kitchen. If a look could bury one’s mother, in a cave, 5 miles deep, she had it.
“What?!” I hollered over the music,” don’t you like it? Come on! Dance with me!”
She responded by crossing her arms and rolling her eyes, and went off to finish dusting.
I was a little sad. How? How could my very own offspring not love my music?
Fast forward a few days. KC was on the kitchen speaker again; “I’m your Boogie Man” blasting full volume. I was out of sight in my room, when my daughter came into the house. I could tell she was there; she could not see me. I was planning on jumping out to startle her when she inevitably walked past my doorway.
It was beautiful. I couldn’t have asked for a better set-up. Right before I jumped out behind her, she raised her arms high above her head; she began to sway and jump. My baby! Dancing to disco. The same music she rolled her eyes at. It was glorious. I pounced. She screamed.
She knew I saw. I saw. She couldn’t hide her shame. Hahahaha.
I’m YOUR Boogie Man.
This past summer, a new pattern idea caught the eye of my sister and me. It’s called the Scoreboard Knit Along where one sets up a scarf, knit in the round – each row represents a point scored during the season. Generally, two main colors (from your team) are chosen. Color 1 is used for your team’s points; color 2 for your opponents’ points. Some people use a third color to knit a separator row between games.
I chose to use all three colors for the New Orleans Saints: Black, Gold and White. Because I wanted more variation and interest in what would be a very long finished piece, I decided to use black for the saints scores, and alternate gold and white for the opponents scores. I separated games by purling the final rows of each. My sister also decided we should augment these ridiculous things with beads to make them even more ridiculous! (In hindsight, I regret it because the beads catch and snag the scarf when it’s folded up.)
In this 2015 season, the games the Saints played in had a combined 984 points. That is a lot of knitting, and because the pattern called for a mid-weight yarn, this thing ended up over 14 feet in length. At least the pattern connects the ends, so the scarf ends up doubled on itself, so the result is only 7 feet long.
ONLY. SEVEN. FEET. Hahahahahaha!
This is probably the most ridiculous thing I have ever crafted, and if you know me at all, that’s really saying something. So, now, what does one DO with an 8 pound, striped, although quite cuddly and squishy, because I used nice yarn, monstrosity?
If I wrap it around my neck 4 or 5 times, it’s impossible to move, but is comforting. Hey! Just like one of those travel neck pillows:
It’s the perfect length for a good leash:
I could freak out the children and tell them there is a giant python in the living room trying to ingest their dog!
Or perhaps, Rapunzel Hair for halloween…
We live in an old house. Maybe, this is the perfect item to block those cold, drafty doorway openings:
Hm. Yeah, it makes a pretty good straight jacket.
I think this is my personal favorite. I hate unannounced visits from people I do not know. Especially solicitors – anyone going door to door must be discouraged from coming near my place. What looks from the street much like a huge snake on the porch may deter a few annoying people. Would you risk it?
Ah. Scarfzilla – the possibilities are endless.
I just wrote, and then deleted, three new posts today. Once was about the Oscars award season, another was about my daughter’s senior year, and the third was about the struggle with my mother’s living arrangements and her acceptance of her limitations.
They were all crap; so, I tossed them.
I will try again, and hope the proper muse hits me, soon.
On a positive note, I am quite giddy because I found out a new yarn shop is opening LITERALLY down the street from me (not even three whole blocks away). My husband and I were walking down to have a beer at the tap room (LITERALLY, four blocks away), when we saw the new tenants putting up their banner. I almost hyperventilated when I saw the images of yarn and notions up there in full color!
We used to have a very, very good yarn shop in town, but it was nearly a 40 minute drive away from me. Economically, an area cannot support very many yarn shops because they cater to a relatively small percentage of the overall population. That shop closed when the owners decided to retire; another sprung up not far away from the original, but it does not really appeal to me. Plus, the drive.
So, I am very, very happy. My husband, not so much. I did ask the bartender what he thought of a knit/crochet night at the tap room. I realized that most of the people I know who work with yarn, also drink beer. It’s the perfect demographic. We have the money to spend on beer, but aren’t likely to cause problems with the bouncers. Am I right?