Thursday, November 18, 2010
One recent night, I was lying in bed on the cusp of sleep, when I had a blindingly brilliant, sit-bolt-upright, bobby dazzler of an idea. The origins of such bolt upright, bobby be-dazzlement, was prompted by an earlier pondering, over cushions for the sofa. As well as a discussion over the benefits of amplified music, throughout the school, to alert a pending bell. Nothing like the dulcet tones of a frenetic folk dance to launch a school morning.
When I was at primary school, there were two songs that were played before the bell finally tolled: I Don’t Like Mondays, (always played on Mondays) and Dr Hook’s 1977 hit, Walk Right In. To think, these days, schools resort to the dulcet tones of a frenetic folk dance (or, shock! a plain old bell).
So anyway, I’m in bed, the mind is wondering and then I’m chortling, then chuckling – hard enough to do one or two of those involuntary nose snort things. I am so hilarious. Except you probably had to be there. Except the Mr was there, sleeping right beside me and he didn’t think it was that funny. He whimpered. He rolled over.
Instead of relegating the notion to the dumb idea bin, for weeks I’d been sitting in traffic, or chopping carrots or hanging washing and I’d think of my Brilliant Idea and I’d grin. Widely. Sometimes I’d snigger.
So, damn it, I made that cushion. Just for me. To make me grin. And also so I could have a stab at properly learning (a not quite proper but fabulous) sort of stem stitch.
Then I covered all my bases. Just in case a prim sort of granny comes a’calling and maybe letting one’s hair down is all a bit risqué. When a prim sort of granny comes for iced tea and cucumber sandwiches, I’ll flip the cushion and we’ll get knitting.
PS. I’d always fudged the zipper insertion before – with varied success (due to habitual ad hoc approach). This time I followed the first steps of Amy’s clear-as-day tute and lo! now I can do a reliably fabuloso cushioned zip thingy.
PPS. That lady who knows how to teach a sort of stem stitch? She’s also the My Creative Space hostess with the mostess...
PPPS. Here are those Dr Hook and Boomtown Rats links again. Just in case you missed ’em the first time.
PPPPS. My granny is not prim and does fabulous letting-hair-hang-down.