It's A Wool Thong.

I mean, Thing.

I mean...well...
somebody did mention she needed better underwear....

Spiff is very much afraid. First, he is afraid because I take this kind of thing out in public. Everybody can now see what a dork his wife is.

Hell, even my C++ programming teacher (hi, Bob, if you ever end up reading this...) has seen it. He mentioned that he'd seen people eating bizarre things on break amidst 4.5 hours of lectures, but this was the first time he'd ever seen anyone spin in his class. It won't be the last. Because Bob's the only teacher I've ever met who can keep everyone awake during a lecture that long, but if I don't spin on break, I am absolutely screwed for staying awake for the second half of programming excitement. (You should see this guy. He's unreal. He literally sparkles with enthusiasm, and it's contagious. Although the guy sleeping in the middle of the classroom appears to be immune. Maybe I should teach him to spin.)

Anyway, as I was saying, Spiff is very much afraid. He's felt up the llama, and he wants a sweater out of it. However, even Spiff knows that if you plan on spinning up a sweater's worth of llama, you'd better have a...wheel. Shhhhhh....

I warned him. His solution? "Well, this stuff is so soft...you could always knit me a pair of llama underwear...that's small enough for spindle-spinning, isn't it?"

Okay, ladies. You heard it here first. Husbands are so frightened of things large enough to possibly be called furniture entering their living rooms (and costing the amount of a new and badly needed server, I might add) that they are willing to risk the embarrassment of receiving (and wearing—I bother to spin it and knit it, you had better believe he'll wear it)...

A Llama Thong. Cause honey, if I'm knitting you boxers, I'm getting a wheel.

The long view of the fiber, the spun-up result,
and the kid's chair. When she comes back,
I plan on photographing everything in her lap.

You may have noticed that Spiff is actually jumping on a trend. There is an abundance of really cool thong production and although these are not knit thongs, they are still so very stylish. I mean, how can you resist a thong with an unreliable narrator on it? or one asking you if you've got gauge? (Spiff thinks I really should resist that one and just buy a t-shirt, for chrissakes, because no man wants to be asked by his wife's underwear if he's got gauge, if you know what I mean.)

In any case, let's take a look at the lineup, here. If you were to replace the white with blue, you would have my entire wardrobe represented on three spindles (I am extremely white. Thus, I do not wear white. I would disappear, and then my husband would never find me unless I wore the llama thong, and that option is not open for discussion at the moment):

You've seen this little lady before, and you've called her pink.
She is actually Rouge. Very soft, and really lovely to spin,
but rumor has it she can be easily plied
with a good glass of bordeaux.

You've seen this lady all undone and fuzzified.
Noire is trying to pull herself together, but it's been a bit tougher
than we thought. I mean, how would you feel
if you thought you were going to be turned into a thong?

This little lady is being twirled around using "something. Merino,
I think. And then something else." Blanche was carded
by Stephanie. Who apparently needs better underwear.
(Oh, come on. You know it'll be a bunny. Unless she's really in need....)

While we are on the subject of my darling Spiff, I actually did knit this week, in his honour. But it's the 2 x 2 black rib back with no design. So I'm not showing it here because I fall asleep taking pictures of it. When we get to the elven name up the front, that will the the interesting part. But I put in a good four centimetres on it, because he put in a great deal of time last night fixing blog bugs and getting all inspired by how he can make my blogging software better and by the way, did I know I was the love of his life?

I love that geeky sweetieface no matter how scared of wheels he is. So, in hopes of possibly finishing a sweater for him before we are into version 4.0 of this software, I'm trying to put in a little time on this lovely black thing every day now.

Time on the sweater, not the thong.

Although...

Well, it sure would beat knitting for a chick with plastic bazoombas*, wouldn't it?

*Thank you, Ryan. That's even better than rack.

August 10, 2005 4:41 PM  | Permalink  | Comments (14)  | Print