Thursday, May 24, 2007
Playground Nicknames and Rabbitchy Goodness
I'm calling this colorway: FISHY WISHY IN A DISHY
Believe it or not, that was my nickname at school from Kindergarten to Grade-3. I'm not sure anyone knew my real name. My family nickname, practically from birth, was Minnow. The members of my family are not consistent on the theories of that name's origin, so I guess it remains a mystery why I ended up with a name that my mother sometimes still uses. Thanks to my older sisters and their friends, at school I was called Fishy Wishy in a Dishy.
Now that I am all grown up and well recovered from the trauma of having such a ridiculous nickname, I can get my own back by making money from the name. It reminds of how in the book A Prayer For Owen Meany (John Irving), John's cousin Hester -- Hester the Molester -- finally gets revenge on her nickname by naming her very succesful punk rock band with it.
Oh, and what happened to the silly Fishy-Wishy? Well, in May of Grade-3, my family moved from Regina to North Vancouver. The first day I went to school, my alcoholic teacher introduced me to the class as: We have a new student here today. Her name is Jayne. At that moment, the class clown, a large boy named Scott, leapt to his feet, pounded his chest, and let out a blood-curdling Tarzan yell. Until I changed schools again in Grade-8, my school nickname was...Tarzan.
Yesterday I got to meet Rabbitch!!
We met for coffee, and you can imagine two knitter/dyer women talking at high speed for about an hour and a half, trying to squeeze in as much life, family, kids, husbands, health, knitting, dyeing, and silly yarn tales as can reasonably be done. Oh yeah, and we'd never met before. She's not very nice. I'm supposed to keep her secret identity as a nice person secret. She's really a total Rab-bitch!
And looky what I got! Uber-funky Rabbitchy yarn, and a Rabbitchy wash-cloth. Actual knitting, oh my! After coffee she came over and fondled yarn for a while before going home for much-needed sleep. I think a skein of my yarn followed her home like an eager puppy.
Rabbitch has just opened up an online yarn shop based from her blog. We want her to be able to quit her day job (that is actually an all-night job), so go and buy her beautiful yarn HERE.
Is it just me, or do these stitch markers look like Marvin the Martian?
You broke my cosmic space detonator.