Keya who wrote, "How awesome it would be if I won! Looking forward to your next KAL!"
Congratulations! Please contact me at yarnonthehouse@gmail.com to claim your prize.
Hi, YOTH followers! Hope the summer has been treating you well. I know I haven't shared any of my recent knitted items on the blog lately, but I have been busy knitting away, I promise. I hope to have some time soon to photograph and share some of my FO's with you. So, be sure to check back when you have a chance!
This week I have a wonderful sponsor by the name of Angela and she hand dyes and sells yarn on Etsy. Her shop is called: All for Love of Yarn. Isn't that the cutest name?! I had a chance to meet Angela and do a short video interview with her about what it's like to run an Etsy store and how she got into the biz.
Links and such from the videos:
- Angela on Ravelry
- Angela's Etsy shop
- Angela's blog
- Angela is currently having a sale in her Etsy Shop, which is running until the 26th: Buy one skein at regular price and get the second 50% off equal or lesser value. Each additional skein or fiber will be 25% off. Will be refunded via paypal. 100th SALE get's FREE SHIPPING, too!
- Look at some of Angela's gorgeous yarn and fiber.
- KnitPick's dye your own yarn section.
- We love Ravelry!
- Resplendence 50/50 silk merino
- Lublu superwash merino
- Opulence MCN
- Soleful alpaca, merino and nylon
Angela, thank you so much for visiting us here on YOTH and being our sponsor this week. You are welcome to come back and visit anytime!
Check out the beautiful skeins of yarn that you have a chance to win this week:
I would like you to do the following if you would like to be entered into this week's giveaway:
1. Read over the rules if you have not done so already.
2. Leave a comment on this blog post by the end of Sunday, 8/29/10. You can leave a comment sharing a childhood disaster in 5 sentences or less, if you would like. Or, you can just say hi to Angela and me! Two followers will have a chance to win a skein of yarn for the best childhood disaster story and two winners will be chosen randomly as a usual!
I'll randomly pick the winners on Sunday and post the results on Monday along with the new giveaway, so be sure to check back. Good luck everyone.
Sincerely,
Ve
211 comments:
1 – 200 of 211 Newer› Newest»I love Ravelry, too! Your yarn looks yummy.
Looks like some awesome yarn!
(SarahVV on rav)
When I was a child I was terrified of needles. When I was about 10 years old the nurse was trying to draw my blood and had to call in a second nurse to hold me down because I was freaking out. Somehow I was able to wrestle away from the two nurses and I ran. I was so scared that I hid among the cars in the parking lot for an hour. My mother was panicked by the time I went back in looking for her, but the doctor said I didn't have to have blood taken at that visit. Maybe not a "disaster" but traumatic at the time.
When I was a kindergartener I lived on a military base. I had the afternoon schedule, so I went to daycare at the community center. We could play with the billiard table and roll the balls, but weren't allowed to use the cues. I had my hand on one ball and another kid rolled his and smashed mine breaking my finger. They made me go all through school that day, anyway.
Those yarn colors are downright sexy1
Ridiculous now, but traumatic at the time - when I was a child, I lived in an old Tudor wood-framed building. The problem with these (apart from the civil war bullet holes in the walls) was that the floors were not even slightly level. Add to that the fact that my wardrobe wasn't fixed to the wall and you begin to spot the dangers - in reaching to get something from the wardrobe, I managed to overbalance the wardrobe and bring it down on top of me. Luckily, neither the shelf nor doors hit me, but I was trapped under this thing! Mum came and rescued me, and I'd had a bit of a bump on the head from where I'd hit the floor, but was otherwise fine, bar a new loathing of the wardrobe...
(man, I've loads of these things - the time I ran away with the dog, the reason my macho brother is terrified of shetland ponies, the time when I got a mixer stuck to my head (another head injury!), why you shouldn't play football with panda pop bottles in enclosed spaces...)
Oh man! I have her as one of my favorite sellers! I haven't bitten the bullet and bought anything but DARNED if it isn't all gorgeous. HI HI HI maker of awesome yarn and writer of awesome blog :)
Hi guys! great yarn, great blog!
I looked like a disaster for a few weeks after tripping over an extension cord on the playground when I was in grade 1. Being a very very slow learner, I tripped over the extension cord AGAIN within the hour and skinned both knees and much of my face :)
When I was about 5 or 6, my sisters (ages 4 and 2 at the time) and I decided to make breakfast for mom and dad. We didn't know how really but did get so far as to turn on the range. This caused the cast iron skillet to begin to smoke and the fire alarm to go off. We (errr, I) actually destroyed that skillet.
The video says that it's private, and I can't watch it. :-(
Does this count as a childhood disaster? My two-year-old squirted toothpaste into the pot of beans that I was cooking yesterday.
When I was little there was a tame duck at the corner store. I used to go and look at him and feed him. He bit me. Now I have this weird think about large birds in which I think they are weird and freaky. But on the plus side, I get to say "I got bit by a duck once".
I just came across your site and would love to win the yummy yarn i am a new follower also
tanyainjville@yahoo.com
Hi to both of you!
Not a disaster, fortunately, but could have been: I was 2 years old and we'd just moved to a new country. My mother and I were playing in the yard, when I ran inside to hide from her and gleefylly shut the door. Only problem was, the door locked automatically... with me on the inside, Mum outside, and the door key in her purse upstairs. I was too small to reach the door handle, but after a lot of cajoling Mum managed to persuade me it would be fun to go up the stairs, get her purse, take out the key and post it through the mail slot. Disaster averted!
Five sentences are just not enough to describe my childhood disaster so I will just give a shout out...Hey your blog is awesome! My list of blogs to follow has grown..lol
Hi, to you and Angela!! her yarn is beautiful.
Lovely yarn!
just discovered this blog and i will be following it:)
Not really a disaster, but not pleasant at the time: I grew up on a farm and sometimes slept outside on a lawn chair when it was really hot in the house. One morning, while I was still asleep, the chickens surrounded me. The rooster felt the urge to crow, hopped up on a high spot (which happened to be my chest), flapped his wings and let loose. There is no more traumatic way to be jerked from a dead sleep than by a rooster crowing inches from your face! It's funny now, but after that wake-up call I was jumpy and nervous for the rest of the day. My father, on the other hand, who had witnessed the whole thing, spent the rest of the day giggling.
Hi! Beautiful yarn!!
Oh MAN! How to compete with those disasters. I don't know that mine was quite a disaster but more embarrassing than anything. When I was in 3rd grade I was a teachers pet and she graciously let me do the bulletin board for the next week. I was moving right along w/ an awesome display when low and behold a piece of paper was stuck to my finger. Apparently I had stapled my finger to the board in front of all my friends. lol. I had to go to the hospital b/c the staple had wrapped itself around the bone in my finger (ouch) but like I said more embarrassing then anything I was picked on for WEEKS.
Hi Guys,
I have to say that your shop is great. Your yarns are beautiful and don't even get me started on the rovings.
when i was six, there was an older boy who hated me (or liked me a lot, i never did figure that out). one day, he threw a large rock at me and it hit me square in the eye. i cried, i got a black eye, and my mom came to pick me up from school.
the next day, i was back at school, and i hid because i knew my best friend would be arriving shortly... her sister told me later that she'd thought i was dead! so when i jumped out and surprised her, she screamed, completely terrified, and then realized it was me and was super happy. child minds are weird.
thanks for the chance to share and the chance to win. :)
The yarn is so pretty that I'm willing to admit that I accidentally ate super glue as a child! I won't get into the even more embarrassing details, but everything turned out fine.
During an eighth-grade dance performance, my skirt fell off in front of the whole school. And then I tripped on it.
Gorgeous yarn!
Does this count as a disaster? When I was in 7th grade, I went to school one day, and after morning prayers I went up to the teacher to tell her I had to go to the nurse because I was going to be sick. However, all that came out was "Sister Joan, I need to...." and I puked all over the poor woman.
That is beautiful yarn!
I love this yarn. FANTASTIC.
When I was 10 my mom took me to a new beauty shop to get my bangs trimmed. I was having my school picture taken the next day. The beautician asked how short we wanted them cut. We told her to touch my eyebrows. She wet my bangs, PULLED them between her fingers, and cut above her index finger. When they released, they shot up within an inch of my hairline. They were so short, they wouldn't lay flat. That was back in the 60's. Making a fashion statement was NOT cool. I cried for days. When my school photos were passed out, I hid them from the class and threw them away when I got home.
One time my friends and I decided to play flower shop. We got the pots and filled them with flowers (weeds, really) and lots of water. Unfortunately we did this over the air conditioner and broke it! My parents were not happy!
Hi! I'd love to participate in giveaway!
I was carrying something metal that was heavy, had a sharp edge and it slipped out of my arms/hands and slit my calf. It's now a permanent LARGE scar.
It was the first week of 1st grade and since I was shy, I didn't want to ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom...so I kept poking Marianne, the girl in front of me and whispering "Tell Mrs. McManus I have to go to the bathroom". After numerous requests and Marianne not doing anything, I finally whispered "Never mind". The next thing I knew, I was in the principal's office and he was on the phone with my mother saying "...and bring a clean dress, underpants and socks!" And since 53 years later, I can still hear the scream that emanated from Linda Edell as she jumped up on her chair as the yellow river slowly crept under her desk, I'm surprised I'm not in therapy!!! LOL!
I don't really remeber any childhood disasters of my own but could probably share quite a few about my own children such as my daughter tripping over the dog dish which was no where near where she was walking and doing a face plant into the floor resulting in her looking like something from a horror movie for a week! It did break her of the pacifier though since she couldn't use it for a week!
Rav ID: kristyh1981
My memory isn't that good and I can't think of any child disaster story, so I'll just say Hi to you both. I only just found your blog last week but love checking in here and watching the interviews :-)
When I was about ten years old I liked to take my dog (large lab/mastiff mix) to the corner of our street. I'd put on my rollerblades and let him pull me home (he always ran straight to the front door). My mother deemed this activity especially dangerous and told me not to do it again. The next day, when my dad was home, I took the dog out and around the corner (first mistake), put on my rollerblades and shouted "yah!" like I was riding a horse. He took off super fast but when he rounded the corner, I lost my balance and fell. I ended up falling and breaking my arm. This is a lesson to listen to your mother!
What pretty yarn! Thanks for the great giveaway.
Childhood disaster story:
Ona rainy day my brothers locked me outside the house, as I would knock on one door they would tell me to go around to the another dorr only to find that one locked too. This repeated for several runs around the house in the pouring rain. I found myself knocking on the front door - while watching them laugh at me through the large glass window, when suddenly the glass broke and shredded my coat and cut me leg. I ended up in the emergency room with stitches, while my brothers begged me not to tell what really happened.
Love my big brother but they sure knew how to torment a little sister!
Lovely yarn!! I'd love to knit it up.
not sure if this is a disaster, but i remember my brother and i were wrestling in my step-mother's car and we knocked the car out of gear. it started rolling down a hill towards a very busy 4 lane highway (this was in the early 80s), by some miracle(our guardian angel the only reasonable explanation IMO) turned the wheel so that we eased into an empty parking space. it really could have been a disaster. always appreciate the chance to win some yummy yarn.
What beautiful yarn! I'd love to win this!
~ Paula
(messiahkitty on Rav)
I can't watch the videos either--says they are private...
I can't think of any childhood disaster.. I am sure there were many but I must have blacked them all out :)
When I was younger, we lived in a house that was 100+ yrs old. Very neat house, until we started having BAT problems! One morning I woke up and walked down the LONG dark hallway to go to the bathroom and as I went to flip the light switch, i touched a bat hanging off of the switch instead!!! As soon as the light was on, the bat was flying in my face, screeching like crazy. Needless to say, Im NOT a fan of bats. (Shudder)
Beautiful yarn! Im learning how to knit socks up here in about a month, these would be great to use!
Amanda
amanda dot werling at gmail dot com
This is beautiful.... off I go tot he etsy shop!
Hi guys!
My most memorable childhood disaster was falling off a bunk bed and hitting my head on a metal trash can. I've still got the scar. The worst part wasn't even the fall, it was that the family friend who was watching me told me that my mommy was too busy to come see me (she was in the house doing some work, and I've never seen her so angry as when she found out what I was told).
Angela's yarn is gorgeous. I have added her as one of my favorite sellers on etsy. I have met my yarn buying limit for this month, but definitely plan on visiting her shop soon!
Reading the comments makes me realize I had a really uneventful childhood--no disasters to report. Except the time I blew playground sand into my little brother's eye and he had to go to the ER to get it washed out... He also put his head through the plate glass of our French doors. I think he had the disasters for both of us!
I was a very clumsy child, marked by the fact that I had stitches at least 5-6 times before I was even in Kindergarten. So it wasn't surprising when I fell off the back of the bleachers at my brother's tee-ball game when I was younger. My mom says now that she thinks I had a seizure or something at the time b/c I started having spasms and she couldn't get me to lay straight. She picked me up and must have popped something back into place and then I was okay. I do think my back problems today all relate back to that one clumsy day.
When I was about 4, I decided my bangs needed to be cut. Not only did I try to do it myself. I used masking tape as an attempt to "draw" a straight line that I could cut along. Needless to say...it didn't work. It took a very long time for those 1/2 inch wisps to grow out!
when I was seven years old my cousins and I were playing hide and seek in an abandoned playground near their house, I sat on the ground to be hidden by the high pastures, not realizing that ...I had sat on a big red anthill. I was bitten all over and had to be taken to the hospital, all swollen up !!! Luckily I recovered my usual figure in a doay or two!! Thank you for the opportunity. Kissee (I'm cotyram68 on ravelry)
Gorgeous yarn! I was a pretty timid child, so no disasters. I did crunch my thumb in the car door in 2nd grade, but that ended up just being fun because I didn't have to do any written school work for a while. :)
Gorgeous yarn, and I love your blog! I hope I win some!
The childhood disaster that comes to mind was when I was just old enough to remember this and know better than to do it. One morning I woke up earlier than everyone else. I don't remember why, but the flowers covering my long underwear were bothering me. I decided that I wanted some without flowers. So I went and got the scissors and started cutting out all the flowers while still wearing them.
midwifemom on Ravelry
hi Ve and Angela. gorgeous yarn!
im a walking clutz, so most of my childhood was a disaster. i think the scariest would have to be running through my grams plate glass window and slicing my arm and leg up badly. stitches are no fun at any age, but at 7 with your gramma present looking like she's going to faint was just scary.
awesome giveaway again ve. ty. Good luck everyone :D
Lovely yarn! I'm drooling over my keyboard...
I had many childhood disasters (in fact, they still happen regularly) because I was (am) accident prone.
There was the time I was chopping kindling when I was 8 while camping - chopped off the side of my thumb and had to be rushed to the hospital an hour away...
Probably the worst/funniest was when I was 7 years old. I was fascinated by fire! I managed to find a package of matches somewhere. Went into my room, shut the door, and proceeded to teach myself to strike matches. I was smart enough to do it above my trash can, but panicked when a scrap of paper lit in the can. I picked up the trash can, then dropped it, and the burning paper fell onto the carpet. I started to scream and my mom came in to see me stomping madly on smoldering carpet. Try to explain why I had started a fire in my room and melted the carpet... I never lived that one down.
In 2nd grade my friend Shelly threw up at the lunch table. It was chicken noodle soup day and when she got sick, noodles came out her nose. Everyone else at the table ended up getting sick too, myself included. Looking back, I feel really bad for the janitor!
Kim in IA
When I was 4 years old, the furnace for our house was located under the house. There was a grate in the floor that let the heat rise up to keep us warm. Kids being kids, I ran and tripped on the grate. Consequence, burned arms. Both! I had scars clear into high school. Kind of like argyle arms.
What pretty yarn! so delicious!
So when I was 5 years old, I wanted some of my dad's noodles, so I climbed onto the table to help myself. Instead, I ended up knocking the bowl over onto my arm. I still have a small burn scar on my left arm to remind me of my silliness.
When I was in third grade I fell off of the Monkey Bars into gravel and skinned my chin and knee. (No idea why they had gravel under the play equipment in the 70s!) My mom gave me an early birthday present to make me feel better -- pierced ears! So, not a total disaster, though I couldn't go swimming for quite a while because of the amazing scabs on my face and legs!
Gorgeous!!
i didnt' really have childhood disasters myself, they usually happened to my little brother (wtih an orthopedic file several inches thick!!!)......
though you might call it a disaster when we were at a roller skating rink party and my mom broke both her elbows and i had to take care of her, since the house was being condemned (so they could put a road through), we were moving, and my dad dropped a divorce on us all in the same year.....did i mention we were homeschooled, and ended up in public school after this (i went into 8th grade a year early)??
what fun!!!
beautiful yarn......
-oonaghfibersmyth on ravelry
Being a lifelong daydreamer it's hard to pick just one childhood disaster. In grade 4 (1961) I was at my desk happily painting my nails with a red pencil. When you licked the pencil the red flowed like paint. (heaven knows what was in those things!) After I did my nails I carefully painted my lips. My tongue was probably bright red by this point also. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the teacher made me come to the front of the class, berated me for not paying attention and sent me to the principal's office. I was terrified! I thought I would be getting the strap! I can still see the expression on the principal's face when I walked in; he was trying so hard not to laugh. He was very kind to me and sent me off to the washroom to clean off the paint.
Hi Ve! Angela, you have lovely yarn at your Etsy shop and I appreciate the photos of the colorways knit up. Thanks for sharing your anniversary sale with all of us at YOTH.
-sjn821 on Ravelry
I was a disaster-prone child. I have many stories about my "near-death" experiences, including 1) being chased by a vicious guard dog, 2) almost falling from our apartment's balcony after climbing on top of the guard rail, 3) actually falling from a bridge into the rocky part of the river and spraining both of my ankles, 4) experiencing the war in my home country, including seeing a man shot in front of our building, and living in a refugee camp.
Let's just say, my adult life was much more uneventful. These days, knitting is my favorite pasttime.
while this happened as a teenager, i think that it counts as a disaster... i fell through the ice fishing hole just after snow had been kicked on top of it and was gratefully rescued by someone grabbing me by the scruff of my neck. I had sunk down to my waist in water and would have been a goner.
I've never been ice fishing since!
So glad to find out about your shop, Angela. Love the rich colors of your yarn, and I see you sell fiber too, which makes this new spinner happy. Thanks again YOTH!
Checking out your etsy store, as I probably won't win. Loving the saturated hues!
Gorgeous yarns, i have her in my favorites but have not been able to do much shopping lately :)
many stories to tell but without getting dark or drpressing, lol, we discovered i was allergic to bee's while out hiking one day in the national forest. This is northern NH close to 30 years ago where medical facilities were many times hundreds of miles apart from eachother. Needless to say i discovered the mud-wasp nest underground near the river by stepping right onto it. They swarmed me proceeding to attack, mostly my legs. (i was about 10 at the time) My legs swelled to the size of decent tree trunks, my eyes closed, my throat started tightening ... and it took nearly an hour to get to and find medical aid. Since then i have had to carry a bite kit, my father in law has stashed them in each of our glove boxes and makes sure i have one in each backpack/bag.
Just a week before this i had gotten a new bike for my birthday. My first big bike. It slipped in sand and i fell over backwards giving myself a good concussion to the head. I got to know our local ER very well that april.
When I was 12 I inhaled a 2'' corsage pin while trying to attempt to blow it through a straw. I was so scared that I was going to die from an internal puncture wound. I had to tell my parents and they rushed me to the ER. Luckily I swallowed it with the plastic tip side first and it eventually came out the other end. I lied and told them that I was just playing with it in my mouth when I swallowed it, but came clean like 10 years later :)
What gorgeous colorways! Impressive.
When I was in the third grade, my next-door-neighbor friend and I decided to see what "cooked sugar" would taste like. Imagine our surprise when it turned brown and hard and ruined her mother's pan. We were home alone at the time, not allowed to use the stove - and boy did we get in trouble when her parents got home!
When I was 10 I thought it would be super cool to jump from the top step on the bus onto the sidewalk in front of the school. Unfortunately I didn't look before I jumped or I would have noticed the bus was parked in front of a wheel chair ramp. I landed on the slope, fell and broke my ankle. Even now 18 years later, the people I went to school with still talk about me, the girl who fell off the school bus.
I was about 5yrs old and swinging on a swing after school, on the school grounds. I jumped out of my swing, as a ball player brought back his back for a hit. I was hit in the head ( eyebrow). A family friend picked me up and wrapped my head in a towel. I knew that I was going to die as I was bleeding. I was convinced that my brains were coming out. A call to my parents was made and I just knew they were going to be so sad. Well, a few stitches and I was fine. I don't remember anyone talking to me and telling me that I would be okay. Funny, those thoughts of a child. LynnIL
Age 4. Lying on floor with feet on TV. My toes moved the glass covering from TV screen. It fell and split my gum - a lot of blood. Mom (nurse) was putting away groceries and said "just a second." When she looked, she grabbed a towel and applied pressure. She said "this needs stitches." Grandma was visiting and wanted to go with. Brother was waiting for an almost ready pizza to eat. Mom got us all into the van (pizza included.) She then honestly explained what would happen - numbing with needle and stitches to follow. I started to cry in my car seat. Then Mom told me to take deep breaths and it was all going to be alright. We met my Dad (nurse anesthetist) at the hospital. He had to start my IV, as they could not get one in. Mom was exhausted and stayed out with Grandma and brother. The next day, I escaped and walked down the block to show as many neighbors, as possible. One of those would be my first principal. My Mom learned not to be so honest with me. I am in my first year of nursing school, as I write. Chelsey B
That yarns looks delicious enough to eat!! Hope I win....(:
Hi!
Sadly there was a reoccurring theme to many of my childhood disasters and this is just the best-remembered example.
I was playing on the playground nearby a game of 4-square (you know, pretty low-key game supposed to be using a soft red rubber ball?). When the ball rolled toward me from the game, I went to pick it up and return it, at the same time a classmate (I always contend it was on purpose) kicked the ball. Now, red rubber might not have done much, but it was a hard kickball (I think this attests to the need for more funding in our schools) and it slammed into my horrified 4-grade face.
There was blood, and crying, and an already sport-shy girl who became even more adverse. Luckily I didn't have a broken nose and couldn't possibly see into the future to how many more times I would have to endure the same fate.
fantastic yarn!!!
This yarn looks great thanks for the giveaway.
I fell down the escalator backwards as a young child and to this day am still scared of them.
lovely yarn!
Hi Ve! Hi Angela,
Lovely Yarn!
I enjoy your blog entries every time!
ssri17 on rav
I had a lot of "character building experiences" as my mom called them when I was a kid, growing up on a farm this mostly involved poop in one way or another. The worst was when my boots got stuck in the muck of the cow pen and when I went to take a step and couldn't move my foot I fell forward up to just above my elbows in the various components of a muddy cow pen (use your imagination). I then had to be rescued by my grandfather who put me on a fence while he went back to pull out my boots.
Beautiful yarn!!
When I was 6 I got to take a horse ride! While being saddled the horse sucked in a big breath of air & let it out just in time to dump me on the ground and break my arm!
After watching "Helen Keller" with my three sisters we decided we would trade our imaginary lives as Laura Ingalls Wilder and become Helen Kellers instead. One afternoon I was Helen and my sisters were leading me around the back yard with a jump rope. Trusting little soul that I was I didn't consider the consequences...and my sisters ran me right into a tree. I still have the scar on my nose :)
I was about 5 or 6 when my family made a quick stop at a convenience store. After we were done (probably buying penny candy) we all piled back in the car. Mom climbed in the passenger side and shut the door, but it wouldn't close. So, she opened it and slammed it again. About that time, I found my voice and began to scream so she would know to open the door and release my hand!
There was no permanent damage, but she still feels badly about it. =}
I was eight years old and it was Christmas time at my chruch which meant that I got to build an awesome gingerbread house with all the trimmings to take home with me. I spent the evening constructing my masterpiece complete with a necco wafer pathway to the front door. Eager to inspect my work, I picked up the creation and immediately dropped it into my lap. Needless to say, there was a pile of gingerbread and candy debris where my beautiful house had once been. I cried all the way home and watched as my family ate the rubble.
Well, I can't think of a childhood disaster off the top of my head. My sister, on the other hand, was one big disaster area! Anyway, hi to you both and I hope I get some yarn :)
I was just learning to stand/walk and grabbed the back of a chair for stability. Unfortunately, the chair itself wasn't that stable and fell on me. It cut the skin on the bridge of my nose and the blood just poored into my eyes. They called the neighbor (a nurse) which ran over to check me on my injuries, mom wouldn't me out of her arms. I required 6-8 stitches, and still have the scar to prove it years later.
Hi to both of you.
remmy on ravelry
Pretty yarn! Here's my disaster story:
When I was, oh, 12 or so, my family was really into camping in our RV. One of the campgrounds had this really big gravel hill, at the bottom of which was a ditch and a chain link fence followed by a mini-golf course (and a pool further down behind that). I was riding my bike down the hill, coasting at a pretty high speed, and MY BRAKES FAILED.
I ran headlong into the ditch, flew forward off my bike and smacked face-first into the chain link fence. I had to get about ten stitches in my chin (I still have a scar ten years later). And I knocked the (20 feet long, 10 feet high) chain link fence down.
(bsveum AT gmail DOT com
My mother went on a trip when I was eight, leaving my brothers, father and I to maintain house in her absence. We traded off cooking meals simply because my father knew nothing of cooking (instant mashed potatoes cooked for half an hour and catching fire, etc). On my first night to cook I decided to make little baby pizzas out of Triscuit crackers, the recipe was on the back: 1 wafer, a spoonful of spaghetti sauce, a little cheese..Microwave a plate full for two minutes. Well, without phoning, my father was 2 hours late from work, so I ended up microwaving those suckers every 10-15 minutes to make them hot again in anticipation of him coming home. Upon his arrival I proudly served my family what was to be a fabulous concoction, only it was a stale, rubbery mess no one could eat..How they tried! Needless to say they did not grant me another cooking night... And to this day I occasionally get teased for my Triscuit Pizzas (I'm 37 now!). ;)
Sheri
unhallowedashes@comcast.net
I was fortunate enough to not really have much childhood trauma - so I'll just say hello to you and Angela!
Yummy goodness!!
Does falling out of a tree I was climbing and landing on my back on a rocking horse that I used to get up in the tree count? I survived with only the wind knocked out of me. Lovely yarn!!!
KnitterLynne on Ravelry
My childhood story? Well my brother didn't like me pestering him while he was vacuuming. He pushed me into the side of the counter and my head started bleeding. He ran me out to my mom, and she grabbed the closest thing to her to soak up the blood; my dad's tighty whities!! ICK! Then she had to have our neighbors drive us to the hospital because we only had one car. Needless to say, that is my earliest memory from growing up.
Great yarn! We had a fire in our home when I was in grade school. It was the week before Christmas. Needless to say Christmas gifts were a little light that year. But our home was fine except for smoke damage.
I was a good and careful child. No disasters. :) Oh, except maybe for the time when I used salt instead of sugar in the cookies....
OK- childhood disaster- took place my first time ever away from home at summer camp. Turns out I was introduced to waterskiing and (because I grew up on snow in Colorado), I was able to get up in the water right away. That impressed the boat driver so he told me how to drop a ski for my second try- turns out I fell- with my legs spread- we were going fast- and I had a tremendous cut between my legs from my suit (I think). I had to go to the ER for embarrassing stiches... and couldn't get wet for the rest of camp. It was spongebath homesickness for weeks.
I can't think of any childhood disasters to share, so I'm just saying "Hi!" Love the yarn!
I have been told that when I was young I was trying to get my mom's attention while she was ironing. All I could reach was the ironing board and guess what fell on my hand when I shook the board...the hot iron. Luckily I don't remember the incident, but I do have the scars to prove it.
I have been told that when I was young I was trying to get my mom's attention while she was ironing. All I could reach was the ironing board and guess what fell on my hand when I shook the board...the hot iron. Luckily I don't remember the incident, but I do have the scars to prove it.
1984 summer backyard sprinkler fun with little brother Charlie. He slips in the mud and run to get mom. I tripped on the step, my hand went through the window, glass and blood went everywhere. 13 stitches later with a popsicle in my good hand, I'm a happy camper. Not a disaster after all!
Oh, yum! This batch of yarn looks scrumptuous! Thanks for the chance to win!
When I was three, my six-year-old sister convinced me and my five-year-old sister that swinging by towels from the glass towel-rod in the bathroom would be GREAT FUN! It was a great big disaster when the towel-rod broke. The leader went running, insisting she had nothing to do with the accident. The 5-year-old cut off the tip of her pinky, and I sliced open the palm of my hand, severing a tendon. A week in the hospital and forty-five years, and I still haven't completely forgiven my oldest sister!
Childhood disaster? You mean like the time I didn't listen to the instructions at camp & whittled toward myself, cutting my thumb to the bone? Or the time I broke my arm rollerskating in the basement?
Better yet, how 'bout the time my DDs DELIBERATELY (and in only a couple minutes)flooded the bathroom to the point that it took every single towel we own (including dirty ones & beach/dog towels) to mop it up... and it still leaked through the ceiling?
Love the yarn.
Just one childhood disaster? Oh my!
Okay....
Babysitting daredevil uncle with inquisitive 4 year old girl with long blonde tresses. Large black widow spider with equally large egg sack found in the backyard - obviously needing dissected. Spider and eggsack pinned to cutting board and cut open with inquisitve little girl and long tresses peering closely. Eggsack cut open - millions of baby spiders pour out - and climb up little girls tresses - all over face, into eyelashes, ears, etc... Daredevil uncle realizes the error of this plan, quickly gets little girl into the tub and hosed off of baby spiders... but not before little girl is spider traumatized FOR LIFE!
Will that do?
Oh - and DELICIOUS yarn! Thanks for the great share!
Hi Angela and Ve!
Such beautiful colors!
Beauuuuutiful colors. Sharon in VA
I want "beartifix" to win for the comment posted at: August 24, 2010 8:53 AM
When I was 5, I was riding my Big Wheel up and down the sidewalk and my neighbor across the street decided I needed to stop so he stood in my way with a rifle and then proceeded to swing at me with it and gashed my head open above my eye - it was the little sight thing that comes up from the end of the barrel that did it. It hurt pretty good and I cried until I got in the house and saw myself covered in blood then I completely freaked out. Healed up fine and still have a nice scar.
Hi Angela.
Hi Ve.
The yarn is so beautiful.
When I was a kid my older brother (by 16 yrs.)moved his family back home. He had a hobby farm that he was bringing with him. It included a very large pregnant pig named Weezy. I was put in charge of watching her while they made another trek from the old house to the new. This entailed feeding of course but also keeping her water hole full. Weezy was a very friendly, very large pig, who always liked a good ear or snout rub with a piggy smile on her face. One day while I was filling the water hole Weezy peeked around the corner of the Barn to see what I was up to. I called a hello to her and turned back to what I was doing. Suddenly I heard the charging of a pig and felt a snout under my tush, lifting me up and sending me flying into her mud hole. When I came up out of it she was sitting on the side with her big piggy grin. She wanted me to enjoy her mud hole as much as she did. The disater was the demise of my brand new tennis that I had begged to have. But Weezy and I had a good laugh over it all anyway. To this day pigs are one of my favorite animals.
Rav ID KAMAOR
When I was six I had my tonsils removed, as many children my age did way back then. :) I wasn't to be active, and my mother had a hard time keeping me quiet until my throat was healed. We visited the doctor after three weeks of enforced inactivity, and he gave the all clear for me to be me again! I went out to the fence at the back of our yard as soon as I got home, and bounced away on the wire, a favorite activity. After dinner and much more bouncing, I was called inside by Mum who was getting ready to go out with Dad for the evening, all dressed up. My litle brother and I were put to bed, and as Mum put the finishing touches to her outfit and makeup, I vomited a huge amount of blood! That put an end to their outing, and I had to go to hospital. I fought the "nice doctor" and yelled and cried at the nurse who tried to calm me by talking about my fuzzy bunny slippers. No way were they sticking that cautery down my throat, the throat that had caused me weeks of no exciting play!!! I finally had to be sedated so they could perform this seconds long solution to the former tonsil site bleed. Nobody was happy with me, my behaviour nor my spoiling my parents' evening. That last one truly wasn't my fault, but the whole episode will never be forgotten. And I had to be inactive for a further few weeks. Disastrous for a busy six year old. :) Moreso for my mother! samm@ravelry
Oh my. There is no way I can compete with those disasters. LOL Fortunately, you all survived. Most of my childhood disasters revolved around my brothers, versus me.
That yarn is beautiful!
my childhood disaster...
the first time i tried to put my swimming suit on by myself, i put both legs through one leg hole of the suit. proud of my accomplishment, i toddled out in to the hallway, and promptly fell in to the corner of the wall. the resulting wounds required several stitches and, since this accident occurred only weeks before christmas, all christmas photos from that year show me sporting two black eyes. i look like a 4 year old human-raccoon hybrid!
I received my yarn yesterday, thanks! It's beautiful!
This yarn is gorgeous! I'd love to win again! Greedy - much - yes - when it comes to yarn!
I love the chicken crowing story, the cow mud story and the spiders in the hair story..
I only have a few, here is one: I had to climb on the counter to reach the cereal bowls and cereal. I sat down on the counter to jump off to the floor (it was a high counter and I'm pretty short) and sat right on my grandmother's cactus! Ouch! Getting the thorns out was NOT fun!
Hi Angela! Your yarn is beautiful.
My mom didn't allow toy weapons in the house. And I was discouraged from playing with then at friend's houses. But...I was at the neighbors and we were playing cops and robbers. There was a metal toy gun involved. We both snuck around the corner at the same time and I ended up with the gun in my eye. Resulted in several stitches to my eyelid and a scar. And a serious "I told you the guns were dangerous" lecture from mom (once she got over the shock of me coming into the kitchen with my eyelid torn up!)
Every time my mother took me to the grocery store, something terrible would happen, which resulted in great embarrassment for her. Once, when I was eight, I told my mom I didn't feel so good but she said, "Oh, you're just fine." Twenty seconds later, I began to upchuck. Hundreds of people saw it. She always listened to me when I said I didn't feel well after that.
I love this blog! :D This giveaway is beutifull!... And Ravelry off course!
marcelamacari on Rav
As a kindergartner I thought this was a disaster, but now I know it not.... I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom, she asked if it was an emergency and I answered no. An emergency to me involved police, so no it wasn't. Five minutes later I wet my pants.
Hi already follow All for love of Yarn beautiful stuff.
When I was 13 I had my sinus worked on and my septum straightened. Trying to impress an older boy I had a crush on,I was playing basketball; I tripped over my own feet and fell straight onto my nose and broke it. It instantly began to bleed and my eyes began to blacken my next teacher after gym sent me home with a very startled look on his face. The ENT Doc just shook his head and reset it 2 days later without numbing it.
I have a beautiful jagged scar on my right index finger (I'm right handed too) right at the knuckle. My brother convinced me to hold the wood while he used the saw! I'm lucky I moved fast!!! I love the yarns!!
Just what I need, another dyer of gorgeous yarn on Etsy! Really, really pretty stuff.
My sister, at five, was obsessed to distraction with TV. At six I was obsessed to distraction with scissors. While she was absorbed with TV, I decided to cut off her ponytail with my pretty scissors. I had it in my hand and had no idea what to do with it, so I threw it under the coffee table, went back to playing with my barbie dolls, and waited. I don't remember what kind of trouble I got into for it, but I remember being very pleased with myself.
Truly I guess that was a disaster for my sister and not for me, but I still laugh every time I think of it.
I am so in love with the World of Color black.
So many disasters, it's a wonder we all here survived!
The first one I remember is my sister and I were at a playground on a seesaw-one of the heavy wooden ones. She wouldn't let me down so I jumped. At the same time she stood up so it came crashing down on my head. I don't remember the ride home, just sitting on the counter howling as mom looked me over. I also don't remember a trip to the ER, so apparently I have a very hard head :S
Well hello!heading to check her etsy shop!!
Hi to you both!! No disaster story to share thank goodness! Love the yarn!!!
What pretty yarn!
It was the summer when I was 6 years old and we had pulled into a gas station in the middle of a 10 hour drive down the entire length of California during the summer. I was sitting in the car, in the front seat as my brother and I would fight in the back if were both there and I loved to be the co-pilot upfront with the map. I happened to be wearing flip flops and while I was idly swinging my feet, my toe swung just under the dashboard and a sharp edge sliced down the length of my pinkie toe. All I remember after that was that it bleed profusely, my mom said I started just screaming bloody murder and that it took forever to calm me down. I still have the scar to this day of the traumatic event, after 20 years it still hasn't faded! Needless to say, my dad still owns the car the event occurred in and there is STILL a bit of a stain on the floor mat.
Well, mine is an "almost" disaster. And it involved my brother. We lived in Milwaukee in a small ground floor apartment. When he was about three, my mom left him in our apartment while she walked across the alley to meet me, as I was coming home from a friend's house - it was dusk. She told him to stay put, she would be right back. Well, he didn't - he wandered through our back yard and on down the alley. Fortunately, as she and I were crossing the alley she looked down towards the end of the alley (it was a dead end alley) and saw him wandering away from us. Otherwise, he might still be wandering around somewhere out there!
A childhood disaster in one sentence: I'm not a child anymore! Love the Inspired By You concept, wish I were a great photographer.
Two words: roller skates. Combine those with growing up on a very steep street, a dad who built a cement retaining wall at the edge of our yard, and wise neighbor girl who forgot to tell me how to stop, and you get my childhood disaster. The result was a broken arm, a broken nose, and numberless scrapes and bruises. There was a bit of triumph in the incident however, I am told the flip was pretty fantastic!
P.S. Hi to you both!
My childhood disaster involves toast, honey and a Nana who made me eat it! I used to love honey and piled my toast high; unfortunately I found that one a little too thick with honey and Nana insisted I finish it. It was 20 years before I could eat honey again!
the yarn looks so pretty *_* i ruined lots of my parents precious possessions growing up, i also hit my face on a football post and cracked my front teeth, i still need regular fillings and have a visible crack.
songyueyu at gmail
When I was in second grade I was walking across the playground with a group of friends when we saw across the playground a group of kids around a pinata hitting it with bats and the candy started falling. I RAN over and started grabbing candy... and got pulled off and told that the candy was only for a kindergartner's birthday party. I seriously have never been so embarrassed before or since. Yes, I can look back and laugh and sigh at my poor little 8 year old self... but at the time I ran into the bathroom and hid there until after the bell rang and the teacher had to come get me!
--alystyn on Ravelry
Ooh yummy. Just a Hi! from me!
OMG! What silly things we do a children. I decided I would look better if I didn't have eyebrows so I cut them off!! Luckily they grew back.
Angela's yarn is just the scrummiest!!!
I Love the Yarn!!!!
I know I just won some rios, but have to share this fav disaster story. At 10, I was helping Mom make cookies. At the time margarine came in a bag with a red dot of dye to mix in, to make it look yellow. I got tired of mixing and was impatient of course. So I took the plastic bag of margarine into the living room, placed it on the wool carpet and thought if I jumped on it, it would mix much quicker. So I did, and the margarine squirted out across the room onto the wool rug. I still remember my mother on her hands and knees with soapy water scrubbing the margarine out of her wool rug! Good thing she loved me!
Once when I was ten, I was riding my bike down a hill with my whole family. I got to close to the curb and hit my peddle on it. Needless to say, the whole bike stopped abruptly and I went flying over the handle bars. But for the grace of a helmet I go today.
-sheepishlyambitious on ravelry
Those colour ways are so delicious they look almost edible :D
love the yarn and the interview. childhood disaster.......feeding the dog wtih white fur my bowl of campbell's vegetable soup. sort of hard to deny it when all the fur turned orange
At 8 years old, I had long straight hair and wished for curly hair. My mom agreed to give me a permanent, but the only rollers she had were VERY TINY. I looked like a poodle that had been struck by lightning.
A brief story isn't possible, nor is choosing just one childhood disaster. Let's just say that I'm a walking scar. Love the yarn!
@ small-town carnival; age 5 or so. Playing near the game where you take the mallet, hit the platform and send the ball up to ring the bell at the top. Wandered into the path of the mallet back-swing and got my bell rang! Ouch!
That is some gorgeous yarn!
My story isn't of one disaster, but rather a series of events that all resulted in breaking the same pinkie toe - four times before I was 12 years old. 1 - Piano ran over it - age four. 2 - car ran over it - age six. 3 - Boy's Club outing, our leader took us rock climbing in a steep, unsafe, restricted area and a boulder (ok, just a big rock) fell on it - age nine. 4 - different car, but the same driver came back for another pass - age 11.
This is really my hubby's story, but it's too good to pass up. He was 4 and his parents were having a nice dinner party with people that they hadn't seen in years. He was bored and went to play outside. He had to go to the bathroom and thought that maybe he should try to go like the dog does, on the front lawn. He then realized his error and began to scream for toilet paper until his parents and all the guests showed up. I still give him grief about it when he has to ask me for tp. I love the yarn by the way :)
144 comments and no one else did this???? Around the age of 3, I went to lick the metal handrail along our outside front steps. Usually, that'd just be disgusting, but this was worse-- it was about 20 degrees below zero (Fahrenheit!) in St. Paul, Minnesota that day. I think I can remember the pain of ripping my tongue off and losing the skin. Yuck!
Beautiful yarn, by the way!
At age 9, my younger sister slammed the front door, with my left index finger in the way. As a leftie, it's a wonder I can knit, write, or type at all. A good surgeon, a few pins, and a short stay in the hospital and all is good. This 'wonky' finger does get really cold in winter so I may just have to knit it some finger condoms!
Luscious colors, I just want to touch them. I enjoy the videos. Love to see & hear about the people behind the lovely yarns & designs.
Wow, some of you all must have lived in my neighborhood. :D Let me see - one event - well . . . we were on our way to school one day and we had picked some flowers for our teachers. This was my Mom, my brother and me. I yelled - because there was a frog on my flower - my Mom slammed on brakes - the door flew open and my brother fell out. Mom ran over his leg (NOT ON PURPOSE) as the car rolled forward - breaking his leg. A week later - he is in a cast - I brought home the chickenpox from school and gave them to him - under his cast. Me, I was in trouble!
Just a shout out to Angela - beautiful yarn!
And always to the yarn blogger extraordinaire - hi!
Hi, Ve and Angela - the yarn is gorgous!
I'll be on vacation next week - so, If I win I won't be able to answer you until after the 5th of September!!!
I was on a family camping trip somewhere in a rainforest in British Columbia. I was running on a wet wooden bridge when it gave way. One leg fell in the whole all the way up to my knee. Dad had to pull me out! My big bruise and scrape were made worse two days later when the dogs tie out chain was wrapped around my leg when she lunged for a squirrel.
oooh, luscious yarn! Hope I win!
Just wanted to say hi to both of you patsycoats@bellsouth.net
My childhood disaster occurred when I was in first grade. Our young nun, sister Theonita, fell over in class and we thought she was dead. Many kids ran out of the room but I stayed at my desk until she got up?!?!, at which point I went running out since I thought she had risen up from the dead!! She apparently had fainted because of food poisoning and was just fine.
I've always had a thing for really cool rocks. Once, when I was about four, my cousin and I were digging through a pile of gravel looking for pretty rocks. I found a lovely little pea-size rock and when she said she liked it too I shoved it up my nose so she couldn't have it. It took hours and a trip to the doctor's waiting room before it fell out on it's own.
There, that was only four sentences. :)
when i was like 7 years old my parents and i went to a theme park, there were some clowns making a custome contest and they thought that i was in a costume and pick me. I was not i had two pony tails and glases and they thought i was the Chilindrina (from El chavo mexican show)You all can google it
Pretty humiliating
I was picking hay across the road for my father's Hallowe'en costume (scarecrow, I believe), and when running back I fell on the path and skinned my face. Yes, pretty much my whole face. The next few weeks at school weren't great.
That yarn is awesome!
Around 6 years old, I received my first silly putty. I wanted to sleep with it, but my mom refused to allow it. Well, I didn't listen and woke up with silly putty stuck in my long hair. I stayed home from school the next day so my mom could get it all out of my hair :(
Childhood disaster -- was playing doctor and accidentally swallowed a paper clip (when I am 3 or 4 yo.)
Ended up being on an intensive veggie diet for the following week! Urgh!
The yarn really looks beautiful. I would be happy to win.
Hi Angela. Your yarns are calling my name. Heading over to etsy to check out your shop....
Besides not being an only child? Hmm...Maybe I should tell you about the time I leaned over to enjoy the breeze, and got my hair caught in the fan...Nah, here's another hair story-my sisters got (boyish)short cuts, and they were starting to grow out so I decided to trim them up(with their permission), NOT realizing that they were to be in aunty's wedding in a couple weeks. Needless to say, one had some bald spots in back where I tried to trim (with scissors)what had been done with a buzzer. Grandma said that if I ever did it again she'd dye my hair purple and cut it all off!!!!
I was a walking disaster when I was a kid. I broke my leg 7 times, sprained it about 30 times. I was attacked by a dog with 150 stitches in my face.
Gorgeous yarn!!!
When I was about 3, I climbed up on a wire fence to watch a blimp go by, I fell off the fence and cut the flap under my tongue. Had a lisp for a long time after that!
The yarn looks scrumptious! Thank you for this lovely opportunity!
Leanne (Lunatic84 on Rav)
Hi! I found you via BeckinVT who is a friend who just won some lovely yarn. Have a great day!
When I was five years old, I was playing outside while my sister was riding her bike, which had recently been relieved of its training wheels. She lost control (so she says) and came barreling down the sidewalk toward me. Instead of running off the sidewalk, I tried to run away, and my sister ran me over.
Love your yarn so much.
Once when I was about six me and my brother decided it would be REALLY COOL to build a spider web out of chewing gum. My mother was NOT PLEASED. Now my kids want to build spider webs too (it must be genetic) so I give them a ball of "what was I thinking" acrylic yarn. Much easier cleanup!
No one came to my 13th birthday party.
When I was about six, I stabbed my leg with a pencil! Who knows why I was sitting and holding an extremely sharp pencil, and in my non-dominant hand at that. But there I was sitting on the floor when all of a sudden I noticed blood pouring from my thigh! I can still remember sitting in the bathroom crying while my parents are freaking out, trying to see if any of the pencil lead was under my skin (thankfully not!). I still have a scar on my thigh to remind me all these years later to be careful with sharp objects!
I am so glad to find your blog and this amazing yarn : ) Please include me! Thanks~
Hello ladies! Lovely yarn Angela.
I'm really glad to have found this blog. It's perfect to discover some new yarn !
Beautiful yarn, Thank you for introducing me to this etsy shop!
Love the stories I have read.
The yarn is gorgeous - the colors are vibrant. I bet they'd knit up very nicely.
Loved "meeting you" on this site after purchasing some of your yarn!
When I was 9 or 10, I went shopping with my mother. I slammed my finger in the car door while getting out of the car. My mother was on the other side of the car, wondering what awful mother would let her child screech like that, not realizing it was me. Not sure I ever let her forget....
Hi!
That yarn looks wonderful!
The childhood disaster that stands out to me from my own childhood is getting the Chickenpox at Disney World when I was about 6 years old. Tragic!!!! And the agonizing car ride all the way home......
My children have their own disaster stories, lol, when I was about 7 months pregnant with the youngest, my then 3 year old fell off of a toy in playgroup and bust her chin, daddy was able to patch it up. Later that same night, the 2 year old wanted daddy to put him in a sling so he could help make brownies. Daddy wasn't paying attention, so poor Micah fell on the kitchen floor and busted his chin! His day ended with a trip to the ER.
My hubby would probably say that the baby's childhood was started in disaster, since he was born in pool in our living room! Although he might just be referring to the cleaning of the tub.....
~Jessica (MonkeyButtBabies on Ravelry)
When I was two or three, I was playing with my best friend on a spring rocking-horse. Not the play-ground type, but the ones attached to four posts by springs, so you can rock or bounce the horse. Well, my friend was on the horse, an I (being little and still learning balance) had fallen down. To get up I reached for the horse for stability, and grabbed the spring. The force with which it returned to rest nearly sheared off my pinky-finger. Mom and Dad rushed me to the ER, and I had to have 13 stitches. Luckily I did not loose the pinky or any mobility/sensation, and have a pretty wicked scar.
I love Angela's yarn and met her at that fiber festival in May that she mentioned. ^_^
My disaster was when I was seven, we had a huge snow storm in January, and the kids were all sent home early from school. As I rounded the corner of my street, I fell into a large snow drift - head first! Thankfully, the teenager in that house came out and picked me up and got me home. I was sobbing and scared to death, but mom's hot chocolate and a big blanket helped me feel safe again. However, it took me a long time to stop shivering!
Tbloomn1 on Rav
The yarn for this giveaway looks so beautiful and I would love to win it...please!
once upon the time.... no, just say hello to both of you! great yarn.
mandreel@gmail.com
This is very beautiful yarn! I would love to win some!
I feel like this is destiny - I'm turning 30 and it's giveaway #30! C'mon gods of luck, be kind to me! :)
This yarn looks beautiful! I would love to win this draw.
When I was about four, I was at the zoo with my folks, sister and grandparents. My Grand-Dad held me up to view the cute monkies and one of them snagged my glasses of my face. Later that day, I lost my red balloon from teh zoo on my way home, out the car window. My family often brings up this disastrous day. My Gram even appliqued pics of these events on my Kindgarten book bag.
The yarn is beautiful...darn I just missed the etsy sale by one day :(
Gorgeous looking yarn!
When I was 4 1/2 years old I got great idea to do hair cut on my favorite doll. I took my doll, scissors and I found quite place in our living room (behind our couch). After about ten minutes both of us (my doll and I) had a great hair cut.:-) I still remember my grandma's shocked face when she saw me. Left side of my head had beautiful, long, curly hair, and right side was almost hairless, my bangs had zigzag look, and I was very proud how I did it.
After one too many episodes of Bonanza, Gunsmoke, and Rawhide, I begged my mom to tie me to a chair so I could escape like I had seen done on tv. After much pleading, she complied. I tried to stand up and promptly did a chin plant hard into our braided rug. Bled like crazy but Mom didn't want to risk arrest for child abuse at the ER so I have a nice story and scar!
Beautiful yarn!
Debbie
My Mom was cooking supper and I was bothering her, being a brat by sitting under our kitchen table, the old formica kind with drop down leaves. She told me to get out of there, but I just stayed, being pouty about something, (probably didn't want to set the table or something!). She put the big pan of Chicken & Rice on the table and I was picking at one of the arms that held up the leaves... yes, you guessed it... BAM! Down went the leaf and the chicken was ALL over the floor... boy, was I in TWOUBLE!
Then there was the time I was trying to ride my bike backwards down the hill near our house... I was laughing so hard I fell off and peed my pants. I didn't break anything, but that one still makes me laugh. LOVE the yarn, thanks for this blog, it's a delight!
My Mom was cooking supper and I was being a total pesty brat. I was sitting under our kitchen table, the old formica kind with drop down leaves, just being pouty and bad! She told me to get out of there, but I continued to stay, playing with the table. She put the big pan of Rice & Chicken on the table and you guessed it... I was playing with the arm that held up one of the leaves and BAM! Down went the leaf and the chicken was ALL over the floor... boy, was I in TWOUBLE!
Then there was the time I was trying to ride my bike backwards down the hill near our house... I was laughing so hard I fell off and peed my pants. I didn't break anything, but that one still makes me laugh.
Thanks for this great blog.. it's a delight!
Hi to you and Angela! Love the yarn!
When I was six we went sled ridding in a field of a local farmer. We didn't let him know we were there and he let the bull out. The bull was not pleased by our sledding on his hills so he chased us. We ran as fast as we could and had to squeeze under an electric fence to escape.
I forgot to wear underpants on my first day of 1st grade. Did not realize it till I was on the bus. I cried and cried but was unable to tell anyone. Made it through the day and now we laugh so hard about that.
P.S. No one noticed
When I was in first grade, my mother always came and picked me up from school. One day, she had been busy working in the garden, jumped into the shower, only to get out to realize school was out in 5 minutes. She wrapped the towel around her, and her head, and raced to school. Only to be pulled over by Officer Friendly, right in front of the school, with me and my classmates watching through the window. Of course, I was hoping that no one else noticed the towel on my moms head, but that was not the case. Since my mother obviously did not have her drivers license on her... the office followed us alllllll the way back home, and wrote her the ticket in the driveway, with the neighbors watching... and mom still in her towels.
Such beautiful yarns!! Childhood disaster....My mom was getting her hair done so my girlfriend and I went shopping while we waited. After shopping I put my little purse in the car, just as my friend was shutting the car door I decided I wanted to take it with me. The locked door shut on my fingers and since we had no key we both had to pull my hand out. The worse part was laying on the beauty shop floor with my bloody broken finger wrapped up in a towel while my mom's hair was being finished and I drifted in and out of consciousness while a shop full of people watched. Ahhh, childhood memories...
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