So…
Monday morning and I’m gathering up the scrappy heap of weekend newspapers for the recycling of, when my distracted hand falls upon a magazine from one of those big ones, the kind that used to require some sizable knowledge in origami to read.
It falls open at a rather beauifully photographed page, where a lovely young woman is modeling a warm chubby knit. Oooh!
I think of my eldest daughter who has no natural insulation and spent most of the summer holiday teeth chattering in someone else’s wooly, having packed nothing more than could half cover a wiry elf.
That would bring some colour to her cheeks I thought.
Small print. £56.00 ..ok.. It’s a modern girls world.
Small print with a squint applied. Socks £56…or you’re having a …
Thick-Knit jumper- fifteen hundred quid. Fifteen Hundred Quid? Fuck off!!!
Who are these birds who live on air and cigarettes in deference to their tiny and undoubtedly enviable silhouettes, that can or would cough up such wedge to bush up chunky, thus?
How cold have you got to be and doesn’t that say something?
What point am I missing? Is it the global warming issue that has them running for Bond Street or where ever else they pop to in an emergency? Are they time sharing this green artifact with the poor old dear upstairs who can never hope of laying siege to the ozone?
My old gran would have knocked up one of these hairy monsters on a Saturday afternoon, too busy shouting down Jackie Pallo to notice she’d picked up broom handle needles and a large stray poodle.
Good lord. Those of us blessed with a knitting relative used to pray for the onset of arthritis and the glamour of a machine made.
Will you look too big in one of these? You bet your arse you will.
LOL till it hurt me sides…
sudden memory of having a Starsky (Paul Micheal Glazier)cardigan knitted for me by my mother-inlaw. Yes i admit, i did wear it as well… stop laughing… i was young and naive..
My 87 year old Mum crochets and would gladly make your daughter a sweater. In fact I can crochet, too.
You could also probably get a good knock off sweater at Walmart or whatever counterpart of Walmart you have, or at the mall.
The designer prices of clothes for skinny people is indeed ridiculous. Who really pays that much for those things? I suppose Paris Hilton and the ilk but real people? I know I can’t afford it!
In this, i’m recalling beloved great grandma knitting forever-round doilies to everything. If your couch didn’t have them on the arm rests, there’d be a set for Christmas. All family members at one time or another had doilies coming out of ears, ahh - fond memories. An invauable item still in use is my 15th birthday bed cover, now bedfooted by one k9, one feline. Gran’s performing somersaults in her mantle canister. I guess I was lucky/unlucky enough to not have one of those relatives who would knit clothing hahahaaa.
.Just everything else.
When flying, I love reading Skymall magazine - fantasy purchase, fantasy items, with fantasy prices. Does anyone actually buy anything from it? Hrmmm.
-Rob
Hi Alison,
Well I saw you on telly, (and you told that story - it’s amazing what some people would pay!) and I joined Word Press - all in all a good day.
Can I say this on here, I remember hearing your first song ‘Only You’ and fell in love with the voice - I wasn’t sure if you were a boy or a girl when I first heard you, and if you were a boy I think I would have fell head over heels in love with you - but anyway I loved the group Yazoo - those were the days! I think your great and ageless too.
Lizzia
OMFG! I have laughed so hard that I very almost leaked a bit of wee into my pantaloons!
My Nan was a great knitter in her day- the onset of carpal tunnel put paid to that- sadly! Oh how I long for the days when I would be presented with an aran cardi that was too big so I could ‘grow into it’. No chance of that now with my three bellies and lard arse! Thanks so much for the trip down memory lane *skips away happily*
Correna (www.thescrappyparrot.blogspot.com)