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be the bunny

Posted on | February 6, 2007 | 4 Comments

Sunday evening, a friend and I were talking about this guy that she likes, or thinks she might like, and the tottery position she’s in because she doesn’t know if he likes her too.  LIKES  her likes her.  You know.  My relationship advice to her:  “Men are like greyhounds.  You gotta be the bunny.  Close enough so they can see you and know that they want you, but far enough out of reach that they have to work some to get you.”  Now, I seriously HATE game-playing in relationships and when The Rules came out, I adamantly refused to read it for years.  When I did finally read it, it was more to amuse and shock myself than to pick up any useful hints.  While I disagree with the whole bait and switch mentality – trick an unsuspecting man into marrying you by pretending to be one person and then whammo, turn into an entirely different person once you receive your MRS – there IS something to be said for women not being 100% available and, well, being the bunny. 

My friend has a date for Saturday night.

Another friend (a male) posed this question to me after listening to my whole bunny diatribe:  When do you stop being the bunny?  Do you ever stop?  I couldn’t give him a straight answer.  What do you guys think? 

I finished my mittens!

They’re very toasty and make great comforters for the Twiddlebugs, who agreed to model them since it’s really hard to take pictures of two mittens and be both the photographer and the model.

I also started a scarf out of two colorways I’d dyed and spun.

I can’t remember the name of the stitch pattern, but it’s the same as a slipped-stitch heel flap, except you knit the wrong side rather than purling.  It’s ribbed, but lies flat and is very dense. 

Last week I spun as much of the pinkish mills ends as I could before I HAD to ply, and this is what it came out like:

I haven’t finished it, but the end WPI should be around 15, the same as Socks that Rock and Lorna Laces Shepherd Sport.  I don’t think I’ll be knitting a sweater with that weight of yarn, but there may be some socks in my future.  Speaking of socks, I gathered my courage and started the gusset for my Rick James socks and dang it – I knit the feet too long.  I guess using two circs was mesmerizing and I blew right past my stopping measurement.  I’ll have to rip back soon and start again because they are really awesome-looking socks.

I didn’t touch my wheel once over the weekend and I’m going through DTs.  Like Margene’s Emmylou, my wheel is feeling neglected and wants some attention already!  I want to spin the other 4 oz. of the So. African Fine Wool Top but I love those colors so much that I’m delaying spinning it!  Crazy, huh? 

One last pic – this is the Norwegian Blue roving I dyed awhile back and made chained singles with.  I think it might turn into mittens for the boy.  Who, when asked if he’d like some mittens, said “Yes! I’d like some mittens, Mom!  But what about my green socks?  And my kitty blanket?  You have to crochet that, you’ve already started it. You can’t knit it.” 

At what age does the memory start to fade??? 

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