I was just lying curled around myself like a slinking snake in a basket filled with slinking strand creatures like myself in blue, green, purple, black, brown, white and yellow. Yes, we are such a peaceful world even with our many colors.
Please, please stop. You are hurting me.
I don’t know why I am having so much trouble making this little sweater for the baby Noah who was born at the end of last year. It is as if the yard is fighting me. I need to be kind to the yarn maybe it was not ready for this birthing process. Perhaps if I just soothe it by giving it a gentle touch and not so much of a tug. It could be that this yarn has feelings like a tomato when it sinks screaming into boiling water.
Wait just a moment. Suddenly the pulling and tugging has stopped. Now l feel fingers laying on my strands and petting me in the direction of my strands. Oh, this is so comforting. I could almost fall a s l e e p.
Now that is so much better. The yard has begun to relax and not resist. Maybe I was just being too rough. I will be gentle with the yarn. Perhaps if I think of this red yarn as baby red yard it can grow without so much pain. There, there, baby red. Your great-aunt is just making you ready to surround a new human baby.
Oh, I must have dozed off. I can feel I am being twisted and pulled but so gently. It is like the gentle stretch I did before starting the special yoga class for strands. Breathe in and breathe out. Feel the pain. The pain is not bad. It is transforming me into a new shape. I am not curled up around myself. I am a super long twisted, coiled. . . I don’t know what I am. Now l feel fingers laying on my strands and petting me again. Oh, this is so comforting.
Oh, I feel like I am transferring my quiet happiness to baby red. It is so soothing to be relaxing on this park bench. Oh I better not fall asleep. If I fall asleep, they may send for the paramedics and think it is my time to pass. I am not ready for that. So I will take up baby red, put him in my lined yard basket along with all the other yarns. OK, baby red, I am lifting you back so you can join the other yarns while I walk back to . . . .
“Hey, lady. Are you all right? Who are you talking to? Do you live around here? Is there someone we could call? I thought you were talking to someone but there is no one else here.”
“Oh, Officer. I am just fine. I was here knitting. I just got up to leave. No need for concern.”
No one else here? How could you say that? I am baby red and I am right here in the basket with all the other strands. You be nice to this lady. She was kind to me.
“Well, I was concerned but I can see that you are with it. Do you want me to walk you home? “
“Thank you, Officer. I can walk by myself.” That was a close one, little red. We almost got caught.
