Spinning The Garden
Pink and green were official must wear to the boat club colors when I was a kid. Pink Polo or Izod shirts and sweaters, with aligator shorts and boat shoes. I can see myself now. Don’t get me wrong I spent more time at the hunt club in britches, but still made my way to the boat club on occasion. I much prefer to be around the animals than around the water, but growing up on the water, I’ve developed an affinity for it that just doesn’t go away. I don’t like boating and get terribly seasick, but I do enjoy looking at the water and would pick any day to live by the lake or ocean again.
My childhood was fairly amusing – a contrast really. Both my parents are really artists, but my father’s art was in tile. He could lay marble, tile and terrazzo like nobody’s business. He did churches from Buffalo to Duluth, MN in his younger days and then went into business for himself, mostly doing re-models. He was from Sicily and had quite an eye for design and color. This talent and his charming salesman ways gave me fantastic life. The funny thing is we are blue collar to the bone. We were even union. I grew up in the east-side Detroit burbs and I definitely straddled that line between daily work and privilege. If I ever get a chance to write a memoir, I’m calling it “Belle of the Blue Collar Ball.”
Anyway, I’m digressing but like bees to sweet nectar, whenever I see any variation of pink and green I immediately snatch it up. It’s so deep in my subconscious that I often don’t notice it, but I dye a lot of pink and green too. So totally forgotten about, I stumbled along a variation in my stash – merino and tussah – 8 ounces of lucsious pink and green.
Here were are spinning. I’m thinking of doing a nice 3-ply for a change – maybe I’ll get a enough for a hat this time. (lol) Maybe I’ll stick to the 2-ply – we’ll see.