Monday, November 17, 2008

I'm So Sorry, Darling

So, yesterday I went to our city's big Christmas Craft Fair - it is an event that I have long wanted to attend, but was never able to - something always seemed to get in the way.

Finally the planets finally aligned; the timing of someone in the hubster's office choosing to re-gift some tickets dovetailed in a synchronicitous manner with not only my availability, but that of my erstwhile companion.

And let me be clear here - this fair ain't no church bazaar - this is the craft artisan's equivalent of a minor baseball player being called up to the bigs. All exhibitors must have their work deemed worthy by a jury in order to get a table. The caliber, therefore, of the talent is pretty high-end (the prices are, too - but the potential to be inspired is free for the taking). The venue practically hums with creative energy.

As we wandered around, we found that a fair amount of the fabric crafters were selling felted work - nubbly sweaters, scarves meshed with jewel-tones silks.

The lovely Isabelle got very excited - felting is something that she is itching to try.

"I can't knit", she said, "but I found a website where you can felt simply by using the wool strands".

"Hmmm", replied the Baroness, intrigued by this new project that the alway-brilliant Isabelle was thinking of pursuing.

"Exactly how does one felt, Isabelle?"

"Well," explained she, "you start by washing your piece with really, really hot water..."

"You mean, you basically shrink it?" queried the Baroness.

"Yup, that's pretty much it."

Well, damn.

It now dawns on me that all that time the Baron was making Barbie clothes out of my sweaters, he was actually felting. Up until yesterday, I had no idea.

Is there nothing that dude does not know?

I'm so sorry, darling.

You are a creative visionary. And I, your ungrateful shrew of a wife.


tysdaddy said...

Contrary to popular belief, we hubbies are not stupid . . .

{i}Post said...

So THAT is what those men are doing! There is something to be said about enlightenment!

Mental P Mama said...

Wow. Who knew? My whole family have been trailblazing the felting craze for years!

RiverPoet said...

LMAO!!! Felting...Yeah, that's pretty much what has happened to some of my clothes, too. They have been felted into being Barbie clothes. *sigh*

Peace - D

A Spot of T said...

Too funny. We also have a big craft fair coming here to Edmonton soon and they say you almost have to sell your first born to be able to get a booth. I've gone every year and it's amazing to see all the talent. Definitely not a church bazaar. Makes me wonder if I'll see more felting this year if it was so popular where you are.

Baroness von B said...

Count Cheeky: Oh, I would NEVER say that! I called him a visionary, for heaven's sake. That was nice, I think.

Count iPost: I am enlightened every day. Huh.

Countess MPM: Why am I the last to get on this felting train? I feel so left out.

And my clothes feel a little snug...

Countess D: It's a pity that there are no little vonB girls in this house - Barbie would be one tricked-out sweater babe.

Countess of T: Well, you DO get cold weather, non? They'll be there. "Felting" is apparently this year's buzzword (although until Sunday, I did not speak that language)

Gifted Typist said...

What a deeply felt post

Baroness von B said...

Countess of Tippee Typing: Oh Ho! I see what you did there - very clever indeed. Whilst I did knit my brows at first, the clarity came to me, shiny as perls.

(I can in no way figure out how to include "stockingette" into a sentence; I'm done)

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