Do you know how long a decade is? Judging by what I unearthed from this pile,
which resides in my old room* in my parents’ house, a decade is FOREVER. This is the result of the archaeological dig:
Hello? What was I thinking? Apparently I was not afraid of knitting with color back in 1990.
*By the way, that pile is NOT mine. My parents could scare off Sanford & Son with all their stuff.
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Yeah, some of the stuff I knitted ten years ago is equally frightening. I would burn it, but it’s all acrylic, and that would make a terrible mess!
Now that’s a sweater! (Remember that Seinfeld episode when they had to visit the ugly baby…now that’s a baby?) Hey don’t laugh it comes in handy.
As for the pack ratting, I just throw stuff out when my mom leaves the house. No really. She usually doesn’t notice. Also if you find the dump in the area, you can get rid of a carload of stuff for about $15. Such a bargain…I had to look at that magazine title a few times before noticed it DOESN’t say MAN Addict…
Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said your parents’ house was a fire hazard! As for the sweater, you’re wild color scheme and design would find a home in this Fall’s Oilily catalog. Would you believe its title, “Our Cabinet of Natural Curiosity.” I got a good laugh out of that one!!!
woah. i have to tell you how weirded out i am right now…i just found your blog, i had to click on the name because for the past 10 years i have been drawing a cartoon character called Super Eggplant Man! freaky!
but anyway, great blog, and ahoy!
I am speechless. You are a brave, brave woman.
But hey, you’re also the first Departure Lounge fan that I’ve found! Tim Keegan rules!
That cracked me up. There has to be a certain something we can do with all those old backs and fronts and sides of things we started way back when… but I can’t think of it.
thanks for the laugh. 😉
My parents house was just like that till they went on a trip to China….. And I was the house-sitter.
All I can say to that one is… Scary…
BTW, love the “listening to my father”! Tee hee! 😉
I have a feeling someone will be thanking me for paving the way here, but I happen to kind of love that sweater piece. The visual gestalt somehow makes peace with frenetic brain activity.
My folk’s house is the same way. Dad thinks it’s Mom’s fault, but my brother & I know they’re pot & kettle. If the price of antique glass goes up, someday I’ll be rich, though!
Sanford & Son! Man, that’s a blast from the past. 🙂