Hubby:  Are you frogging that sock?
Me: No, I’m just ripping it back a few rows.
Hubby: I thought frogging is what you did when you went backwords.
Me: Frogging is when you rip the whole thing out and start over. Tinking is when you unknit stitch by stitch.  Ripping is somewhere in between.
Hubby:  So ripping is when you tadpole.

“You got a package in the mail from a crazy sheep. I’m taking a huge leap and guessing yarn.”

Hubby:”I think now is a good time to talk about my fishing budget.  You won’t be able to argue because I just saw the bill.”
Me: “Not my fault. Cashmere isn’t cheap.”
Hubby: “Cashmere, shashmere. Let’s talk fish.”

“Let me know when you’re coming off your high and I’ll start the grill.  I don’t want to interrupt the buzz with dinner.”

Me: Guess what they named this colorway?
Hubby: Trout?
Me: Does this look like a fish to you? It’s Paris.
Hubby: No, but it doesn’t look like Paris either.  Are they running out of names?

*Starting in the lower left corner counter-clockwise: Antique Jeans  – fingering Claudia Handpaint, Zoot Suit – Shafer Anne, Woodland – Interlacement Tiny Toes, Paris – Handmaiden Cashmere

DH: All the yarn is green.
Me: Yes, that’s this month’s color.
DH: You are sending a box full of green yarn and stuff?
Me: Yes, and I’ll be receiving a box full of green stuff. That’s the way the swap works.
DH: I’m jealous. Nobody ever sends me a box of green stuff.

Then there was the conversation about Stitches Midwest.

Me: I’m going to meet Marji at the Stitches convention.
DH: Is that your friend from high school?
Me: No, that’s Meri. Marji is a blogger. I’ve haven’t met her in person.
DH: You plan on meeting a total stranger?
Me: It’s the same as you meeting “strangers” for fishing trips.
DH: That’s different. They are friends of friends and it’s fishing!
Me: Yes, you are right. Agreeing to meet unknown persons in the middle of the woods for fishing is much safer than agreeing to meet them in a crowded convention center. I really should be careful of anyone who has a passion for sticks and strings.
DH: Exactly!

How about the times I try to help him keep all of my new friends straight? I sound like I’m describing a soap opera plot.

Me: Donni’s going to shave her head to raise money for cancer research.
DH: She’s the one in Australia you sent the scarf too, right?
Me: No that’s Sharon.
DH: I thought Sharon was the one in Canada?
Me: Are you thinking of Sarah – my SP spoilee or Peggy – my scarf maker?
DH: I thought your SP partner was from Georgia?
Me: That’s Lisa. She was my SP spoiler.
DH: Oh. So Donni’s shaving her head?

All of this has made me very aware of how many doors I have been given the chance to open to discover new ideas, places, and friends. It wasn’t very long ago that I felt very alone in my passion for knitting. I knew people that knit but for them it was a way to pass time when nothing more pressing was happening. Not that every blogger I have come across knits. However, the fact that we choose to publicly talk about our knitting, sewing, or other crafts indicates a passion that I can’t find in my immediate circle of local friends.

I’m very blessed that I have been given the chance to carry on strange conversations with my husband.