Long ago in an alternate reality far, far away, there was this bet going between Hub Man and I.
For those of you who may have missed it, I will re-cap.
After enduring endless amounts of teasing about going skydiving from the Hubster, one day I finally cracked. I told him, okay here's the deal, if you knit an adult sized, properly constructed pair of socks, I will go skydiving.
Immediately, he wanted to shake on it. Rashly, I shook. He had until his birthday in July to complete the socks. July was months away.
Full of confidence and enthusiasm, he promptly decided to show me just how well he could pull this off by starting from scratch. He bought a spinning wheel, some books on spinning, a carding drum and a raw fleece from somewhere in Montana and set to.
Oh, he did spin some yarn, but it was hard work. It took practice. He decided he had faulty equipment and bought himself a new spinning wheel, assembled it and tried again. It was easier with the new wheel, but still required practice. He spun some more yarn. But nary a stitch was knit on the promised socks.
Time went by.
More time went by.
Soon I began to breathe more easily thinking that I would not have to jump out of a plane...
Whew!
Well as it turns out, he lost the bet. I didn't jump. But we decided he should document the whole thing since our friends on Ravelry were following along on the saga, blow by blow.
I knitted up a stunt sock for him to work with and a skydiving friend took this picture of him in the plane on the way up to altitude, pretending to try to finish his socks before it was time to jump out....
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Then he took a picture of the skein of yarn he actually DID spin all by himself, but with a little label I printed up for it... heh heh....
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Now the story he is TELLING people is that he didn't knit the socks because he took pity on me and he didn't want me to have to really jump when I didn't want to.
But I'm not buying that faradiddle for one minute.
Are you?
(I guess you will never know for sure, will you?)
Oh no.....
For those of you who may have missed it, I will re-cap.
After enduring endless amounts of teasing about going skydiving from the Hubster, one day I finally cracked. I told him, okay here's the deal, if you knit an adult sized, properly constructed pair of socks, I will go skydiving.
Immediately, he wanted to shake on it. Rashly, I shook. He had until his birthday in July to complete the socks. July was months away.
Full of confidence and enthusiasm, he promptly decided to show me just how well he could pull this off by starting from scratch. He bought a spinning wheel, some books on spinning, a carding drum and a raw fleece from somewhere in Montana and set to.
Oh, he did spin some yarn, but it was hard work. It took practice. He decided he had faulty equipment and bought himself a new spinning wheel, assembled it and tried again. It was easier with the new wheel, but still required practice. He spun some more yarn. But nary a stitch was knit on the promised socks.
Time went by.
More time went by.
Soon I began to breathe more easily thinking that I would not have to jump out of a plane...
Whew!
Well as it turns out, he lost the bet. I didn't jump. But we decided he should document the whole thing since our friends on Ravelry were following along on the saga, blow by blow.
I knitted up a stunt sock for him to work with and a skydiving friend took this picture of him in the plane on the way up to altitude, pretending to try to finish his socks before it was time to jump out....
[album 65561 Lost Prairie 007.jpg]
Then he took a picture of the skein of yarn he actually DID spin all by himself, but with a little label I printed up for it... heh heh....
[album 65561 Lost Prairie 009.jpg]
Now the story he is TELLING people is that he didn't knit the socks because he took pity on me and he didn't want me to have to really jump when I didn't want to.
But I'm not buying that faradiddle for one minute.
Are you?
(I guess you will never know for sure, will you?)
Oh no.....