Over on Lobstah’s blog she talked about how yarn rescued her. The more I thought about this I realized that yarn has rescued me or others around me more than once.
Most recently this spring we were having a particularly rainy month. Nick changed the windsheild wipers on the car. Good thing, no? Well they immediately lost one of their cappy thingys. (I’m so technical aren’t I). As I’m driving down the interstate on my way to work the blade portion of the windsheild wiper starts sliding off. I pull over, get drenched, and fix it. Which I had to actually get off the interstate as it was rainy so hard that pulling off on the interstate and attempting to fix on the shoulder would have been too dangerous.
I head off again and within a few miles I have to pull over and fix the wiper again. Finally I get to work and pull into the parking garage. By evening it was still raining buckets, and not wanting to have the same ride home from work as I had to work I realized it had to be fixed. I go out to the car and start inspecting the windsheild wiper. I realize that there was a hole near the end of the wiper which I’m assuming the cap snapped into. Yarn to the rescue. By tying a piece of yarn through the hole and around the end of the blade I stopped the blade from sliding off.
Of course as a knitter who is obssessive, I always have yarn with me somewhere. In fact recently at work someone needed string. No one had string. But of course I had yarn! Which really is just pretty string.
So here is my big boy, he’ll be 5 in just a few weeks. And Django will have lived with us a year in just a few weeks. Of course it is nearly impossible to get a good picture of my Django because he’s so wiggly!