OK, I had a total Yarn Harlot moment this weekend. Have you ever read her story in Knit Lit . .. about the ice skating disaster? Yeah, it REALLY could have been that (I just got lucky)
Hubby and I managed to get a weekend (ok 24 hours) away to the Claremont Resort in Berekely, CA. A dear, wonderful friend of mine works for the company and he hooked us up! It was just amazing!
Anyway, Hubby and I wanted to see the new Star Trek movie (SO GOOD BY THE WAY!).
I knew it would be a tense movie, I get really tense .. .so I brought easy knitting (ANOTHER BIB!). I was going great, the trailers were running, I went to pull yarn off the ball and it was stuck!
Really Stuck! I couldn’t get any more yarn!
Now, I knew I had a whole ball . . . so i wasn’t out! I looked down and saw the string (cheap cotton) not coming from my purse . . . but from under the seat in front of me!
No stress, i will just grab the ball . .. no luck! I looked forward and could see the white thread running under the 3 rows in front of me! And there was still no ball!
The movie was just starting . . . I couldn’t get up and find the ball . . . i would have inturupted all the people, “excuse me, is there yarn under your chair?”
As I looked the yarn streched across the row in front of me, I realized it was not laying on the floor, but strung, 4 inches off the ground like a red/white/blue and purple trip line . . . just waiting to kill someone.
I broke the yarn and did what i could to unhook it from under the seat in front of me and was able to get it to rest on the floor . .. i then had to wait till the end of the movie (2 hours and 2 min with trailer) in order to see where the ball had gone!
End of the movie comes ( I so missed the knitting during the movie!!!). The whole group of people in front of me- all the rows- stayed to watch the credits (the movie was that good!). FINALLY they all leave and I casual walk forward 8 rows (!!!) until I find my ball of yarn! YEAH!
I am think “Yeah, no harm, no Foul and no one even noticed!” I stoop to pick up the ball and walk up the isle, rolling as I go. I almost make it to the door when one of the fould who work at the theatre grabs my arm and says:
“Uhhh . . . Miss . . . I think you are trailing some kind of string or something.”
I respond, with the only proper response:
“it isn’t string . . . it is yarn . .. i lost my knitting during the movie. Thank you!”
WOW, the poor boy was really confused!


