some nights we stay in, put in a documentary on the Manson family & i get out my knitting bowl. Dr. Mancini sits on the arm of the couch pretending not to be interested. i have given up on this orange yarn being any kind of sock, so here it is as a wrist warmer:
a prosaic choice, maybe, but it has been in my mind to knit for some time now. it’s courtney’s pattern, you see, but i ended up taking liberties which is why it looks so elongated… narrator says that after one of the murders the Family ate a watermelon; leaving the rinds in the kitchen sink hoping to fool the cops into thinking the culprits were black people. i almost dropped a stitch when i heard that one. there must be a word for something that is at once so wrong and yet so hilarious.