Why does the closet look like exploded Teletubbies?
I found my husband today scratching his head looking in our closet. He had a question for me.
“Why does the closet look like exploded Teletubbies?”
Okay, so, I haven’t looked in on my “insulated closet” recently. I peered over his shoulder.
It does resemble a Muppet junkyard.
For all NT’s (Normal Types) who may be reading, most yarners have what is sometimes referred to as an insulated closet. Some call it stash, and some call it stuff. But, it’s all the same—it’s where we keep our yarn. And, there’s usually a lot of it.
“I’ll help you clear it out.”
Huh.
I requested that he sit down for just a bit.
I asked my dear, sweet husband to please realize that he is about to enter sacred terrain. This area is holy and good. It is spiritual to fiber enthusiasts. It is muted and soft; it is visually soothing, and tactically therapeutic.
I explained that like the oracle of Delphi, yarners go to their altars of yarn and listen. We sit near it, and it reveals to us what it should be made into.
I informed him that Michelangelo, the sculptor, would receive a piece of marble, study it, touch it, and listen to it. He said each block of marble already knew what it wanted to be, and needed to be, and that he would do what should be. We yarners are not unlike Michelangelo. We love yarn, and we love what it can become.
I told him I was simply waiting. To hear. The yarn.
I’d get to it. Really, you can’t rush these things.
He slowly stood up, tucked in a couple of loose strands, and wisely closed the door.
He’s not so bad for an NT.
