Time: Fall, 2001,
I was reading the KnitList, and someone (name removed to protect the innocent) posted the following story:
"This is one for the how do you know you're addicted files....
Some of you may know this and some may not but I'm a newlywed (since March
of this year). So last night, in bed, after a wonderful romantic interlude
with my new hubby, relaxing together in the post-lovemaking glow, and just
before I was falling asleep I said, "Honey, that was better than yarn!"
To which my DH immediately replied, "Well, I sure hope so!"
:-)
XXXXX
Who is lucky that her husband finds knitting so endearing and understands
that better than yarn is a compliment of the highest order!"
While I found this to be a huge case of TMI, I *may* have sent it to everyone I know. Partly because I was horrified, partly because I thought it was HILARIOUS.
Andrew, being who he is, would ask if EVERYTHING was "better than yarn". This chocolate? The movie we just watched? The shoes I just bought? The latte?
(If you know Andrew in real life, I'm sure you can see very clearly. For those readers who haven't met him, well... Andrew is an experience.)
For my birthday that November, he gave me a license plate frame that reads "Better Than Yarn". Evidently, a compliment of the highest order.
It seemed an appropriate name for a knitting blog, and I still think it's a great story. Ick factor and all.
I thought it had something to do with that! Only fiber people would jump from "better than yarn" to "it must mean sex."
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