I don’t get it

Dear Abbie,

 

Thank you so much for sending me the lovely items from Rhinebeck (it was almost as good as being there)!

The yarn is just gorgeous – it’s entirely too soft to “just” be silk and merino, so I have concluded that it must be comprised of unicorn spit and kitten ears.

 

Moreover, how did you know that I’ve been on the hunt for shockingly vivid magenta laceweight?  I think I may make it into a cowl.  Or a tiny triangular scarf.  Something very lacy.  And pretty.

 

But Abbie, I’m a little bit confused about the scarf you sent.

See, it’s called “Gnomespun YARN“, so I figured it was yarn.  But then I tried knitting it, and it was too fat to knit – even with my #15 needles!  So I deduced that you had been kind enough to knit it for me.  Wow.  Too nice.  So I eagerly put it on…

 

Only…well, it was a bit short.  And – I must admit – silly looking.  I was so heartbroken!  So I tried to frog it…and in doing so I realized it was actually braided rather than knitted.  Clever!

 

 

I was so excited about my new, long, pretty, unbraided scarf!

 

Only then I noticed that the ends were fraying something awful.  So in a last-ditch attempt to save my beautiful scarf, I began pulling on one end.  I twisted as I pulled, hoping to come up with a nice, pointy scarf end. But then the scarf end just kept getting longer and skinnier and longer and skinnier, and…

 

Abbie, I’m afraid I ruined the pretty scarf that you sent!  I’m so sorry.

 

 

And that’s how I invented spinning.

 

Love,

Kate