I Say Fiber, He Says Fish
May 22nd, 2008 by jae
My husband is to all things fly-fishing as I am to all things wool. So, when my husband excitedly showed me his latest find after a trip to the LFS (Local Fishing Store), I did my best to be excited too. It’s the least I can do in return for his valiant attempts to understand my fiber obsession. This time I didn’t have to feign interest for one moment. Not all the flies looked like ugly water bugs. In fact, some were even cute. Please, don’t tell him I used the word cute. I’m sure I shouldn’t use the word cute. But I don’t have my thesaurus handy and the inch worm really is manly rugged tough cute.
He insisted that I should take pictures of the other treasures he brought home. Okay, I insisted. I was still caught up in the cuteness that was the inch worm.
I’m not sure what critter this is supposed to represent. He told me, but I was too busy making sure I had captured it in the best light to pay attention. In my defense, Hubby can’t tell the difference between alpaca and wool. That makes it okay to not know, right?
What really struck me, though, was the way he looked while talking about them. Some fantastic combination of serious, excited, happy, passionate, ecstatic, and giddy. Do we look like that when we talk about wool? I hope so.
Now, if he’s wearing a shirt that’s covered in fishing items, were you wearing a shirt with balls of yarn on?
I agree though, they were kind of cute.
I’m involved with a fly fisherman, too. He was showing off his tackle last season to me–couldn’t tell what little piece of feather and thread was a green fly and what was a black fly, but it seemed to make him happy to try to edumacate me!
I’m sorry to say, when I first saw the picture, I thought how cute! Little insect toys! What kind of yarn are they made of?
I’m sure when my boyfriend looks at my DPNs, he thinks they’d make good skewers for grilling or something.