When you think of wacky redheads, do you think of me? Well wonky karma has descended upon me like the wonderful coastal fog that keeps us cool here. It all began Friday, I was innocently driving home after work on a lovely country lane, the cool breeze coming through my open auto windows. About halfway through my rendition of Material Girl, I heard a loud POP and then clunk. Holy crap, what the hell? My tire POPPED! Like a freaking balloon. Mother f*cker.
In the scheme of tragic events in the world, this wasn’t in the top 1,000,000 so I called AAA and waited. Because my luck is not totally and completely sucky, I had my Rowan Ash sweater in the backseat for the wait. There are worse things than knitting under a shady tree for an hour while waiting for AAA. I was right by the corn maze to give you Sonoma County-ans some local color.
When I got home, I decided to have a glass of wine and put my completed laptop bag into the washer to felt up. I’m not a huge felting fan and last time I felted something it took about 4 times through the hot wash. Wine, hot water wash. YOU guessed it. I apparently knitted this laptop bag from the wool voted "Most likely to felt" by it’s sheepy classmates.
Lucy, you got some splainin’ to do…My ginormous knitted shroud has become a tiny little, fluted top thing that doesn’t even cover my laptop. One more time…mother f*cker!
So what does one do with a tiny little bag for your 4 month old laptop? Should I cut it up and make coasters? Make it into a halter top of very itchy proportions? Throw it unceremoniously in the trash? I haven’t decided what to do, but I’m hoping by sharing my wacko story, my luck will change for the better. I mean, I only bought 2 new tires so I’m living on the edge.