My Car Leaks Wool

Saturday morning, The Mister said "I think your car is leaking."

What?

"Either that, or it's laid an egg."

Again with the "What?" ::dash to the window::

Yep, a round furry pink egg of the Rowan Big Wool. See it? Right in the middle of the photo under the rear bumper?

Oh that my car could do such things -- make yarn -- but no. It's just dribbling stash.

I know a woman who has more yarn in her car than I have in my stash room. For those of you have seen my stash room, you probably wonder if I speak of a Bradley Assault Vehicle or a School Bus, but no, it's a Cadillac with a very very big trunk. And it's full of wool. She needs it to be there.

How does that happen to someone, even to an avowed yarn freak? Having recently had yarn leak out of my car, I think I now know. It starts out with taking a few bags to contribute to a women's shelter knitting program, but then the person who was to collect it never shows up. You keep it in there, just in case you run into her. It's already been painfully extracted from the native habitat of the stash room. To reintroduce it now would be unnatural. After that first pile, the build-up in the trunk is incremental: the crazy splurge at Webs never quite makes it into the house ; the waiting room knit-bag never leaves the passenger seat again; and then the regular hits from the LYS just take up residence in the way back. Before you know it, you can't see out the rear-view mirror, you rehearse the explanation to the police officer in case you get stopped, and anytime someone catches a ride with you, you have to apologize for the Cashmerino. "But it's a great way to heat treat the new yarn for moths," you tell your passenger (a rationalization which some time in November just morphs into cold treating the same balls), "and who needs air bags when there's mohair?"

But when the Big Wool tries to make a run for, it may be time for an intervention. I cleared out the car Sunday. I'm good. I can drive without the hazards blinking for the first time in weeks.

Comments

[Wanda]

Whew, it's pretty bad when the yarn starts escaping from the car! Glad you got it all cleaned up, so your car isn't leaking yarn anymore! That pic was hilarious. Happy Holidays!

[Liz]

How wonderful it would be if our cars could do this! Did you find any wonderful hidden treats? I am thinking my kids would love a Webs field trip while off of school next week-right?

Have a wonderful holiday. I really enjoy your blog.

[May]

I love this story :) Thanks for sharing!

[Norma]

It's the Yarn Bunny or the Yarn Fairie or sumpin'.

[Caroline M]

I had a boot full of sacks of alpaca for a few weeks, the plan was to bring it in as I needed to wash it and then take it to my mother's and card it. The plan was derailed by a family holiday - my husband went to pack the boot only to find that he had to unpack it first.

[Dava]

I'm going to follow you home some day. I need enough wool for a sweater. My car isn't cooperating.

[liz]

Too funny!

Merry Christmas!

[Jen in CT]

You know it's bad when you can't even get in the car and drive AWAY from your stash. LOL!

[Carrie]

LOL - it's Christmas, not Easter, you know!
(BTW, did you want to fuzz out your license plate number? There are a lot of freaks out there. You know, besides me.)

[Marcy]

What I wanna know is who's your car been hanging out with that it now lays yarn eggs? Pretty kinky!

[Kathy]

Thats too funny, I'll take mohair over airbags any day!

[Suzanne V. (Yarnhog)]

So funny! I wish my car would lay yarn eggs.

[Barbara]

What a wonderful story. Good reason to have an SUV. I once worked at a fabric store and we would ask if the customers wanted a store shopping bag or a brown paper bag from the supermarket to hold their purchases. We had and used a goodly stash of the supermarket style - recycling before our time. Have a great holiday.

[Laurie]

So THAT's how it happens. (I can so hear the Mister dropping that egg comment in his dry, off-hand manner.) Yarn eggs.

[moiraeknittoo]

This whole post cracks me up. Mostly because I nearly lost a giant cake of alpaca on the way back from my getaway. Luckily, I saw it bouncing along in the rearview mirror before I got too far.

[Tonia]

I guess that is the first clue that something needed to be done. LOL

[Leslie]

I've been sick, so I'm coming in late on this; but this post was laugh out loud funny. I find it funny because you can't see the back seat of my car, thanks to the bags of current knitting, that heaven forbid I can't be without somewhere. Add to that the new stuff from the LYS that I just couldn't resist, and my backseat just seems to constantly be full. So I could really relate to this. Escaping yarn. ROFL.