October 1, 2006. It is absolutely friggin gorgeous outside. Beautiful. Where am I? I’m sitting in front of my computer, in my office, in the Chemistry building. I can kind of see what it’s like outside if I turn completely around and squint. Sigh. Fortunately, I have an active imagination, so I’m going to use it.

~~~~~~~~(the squiggly lines mean we’re being transported into a fantasy word—aren’t I clever?)

So I’m strolling though the forest. The bright October sun comes floating down through the canopy, dappling my sun-bronzed shoulders, dancing across the beautiful cashmere lace scarf that I’ve suddenly had time to knit. Leaves crunch underfoot, liberating a wonderful smoky smell. Fawns prance nearby, completely unafraid of my gentle goodness. A robin takes pause from its southward exodus to light on my finger.

“Tweedle deedle, tweedle dee!” it trills.

“Tra la la la la, tra la la la!” I croon back (I can sing! I’m also taller and have no split ends).

The robin takes flight, a smile playing across his birdy lips (hey, this is my fantasy—I can do what I want here).

I go along my merry way, accompanied by several cute and fuzzy woodland animals. I come out of the woods, into a sunny meadow. Then I suddenly spy—what’s this? It’s bright, it’s beautiful, it’s basking in the afternoon sun.

It’s yarn!


Oh, isn’t it lovely, all snuggled in the grass? Doesn’t it look all comfy and cozy? But sweet little yarnykins, won’t you unroll yourself so and show all your pretty colors?


That’s better. Thank you so much.

You know, yarnykins, if you like it here in the meadow, you might like it on the porch, too. Want to come? Ok.


Yarnykins admires the view.


See? He’s so happy. I knew he would be.

I have other happy yarn, too. Happy yarn that’s being knitted into things!


Like a pair of Jaywalkers.


Almost done.


And a log cabin baby blanket. This yarn, however, is not so happy. Not because if any inherent properties. It’s very nice yarn—Knitpicks Swish, lovely stuff. But this yarn has a natural predator…

Da dum.


Da dum.


Da dum da dum da dum da dum….



The yarn sucking cat strikes again. Bad kitty!