My childhood was spent listening to a lot of Santana and Brasil '66 blazing in the family room. We had a TV but it wasn't on too much until we got one that'd show stuff in color. The first night we finally turned on our new color TV, Tom Jones was on and we all cuddled together on our lemon yellow vinyl couch to watch him while dad held those rabbit ear antennas so the snow would stop coming down and I could see him gyrate and belt out tunes I will never forget. My rat, Homer, roamed around on the floor and picked up all the old maids we dropped while eating popcorn.
That was just a memory written down because I happen to be listening to a bit of Brasil '66 right about now, and I sort of relate Homer to Brasil '66 and Tom Jones. Other than that, disregard what I just said. It has nothing to do with anything. It has nothing to do with anything because it is after 8 p.m. and I still haven't brushed my teeth or changed my clothes. (I've been busy knitting and I honestly wonder if I'll ever be able to segue into something other than sitting upstairs in my room and knitting like a banshee.)
Wait! There's more! I just remembered: During that Tom Jones time, me and Raylene Harvey used to put chalk on our lips, and then we'd wet the front of our hair with spit so we could swoop our bangs from a really deep side part over to the other side, and tuck the whole shebang behind our ears. Then, we'd climb up on a multi-level step-ladder (she'd be on the first step and I'd be behind her on the next one up) and we'd mouth the words to Brasil '66 or '67 songs and sway just like the girls used to in that band, facing an imaginary audience. I know, I've lost most of you by now because you are all much younger than I am but I just had to mention it. Not to mention, too, Raylene used to steal me blind. She took my drugstore sapphire ring and just about anything she could swipe, not to mention she'd take all the 'Frederick's of Hollywood' catalogs from underneath her dad's bathroom rug and hide them in a drawer, a drawer that was in their camper that they kept on the driveway. When her mom was at work, we'd go in the camper and she'd pull them out of the drawer. I never got the whole thing, but Raylene was a dangerous girl and I liked it.
Plus, one day, I told her a joke and she laughed so hard a piece of chicken and a noodle came out her nose--I already mentioned that a year or two ago, so, in the end, she gets a bit of a pass for ripping me off blind because she made me laugh. I wonder where she is today. (My mom used to comfort me whenever I lamented the fact that she took advantage of me by saying: "You know, her ears stick out of her hair.")
Oh, it's so hard sitting upstairs and knitting like crazy while your scalp itches. That's all I have to say. Except I knit that Chanel-ish suit for Girlfriend's Barbie awhile back using some Koiguuuuuu scraps. I used the book Knits for Barbie as a reference. (It's a good thing that dang Barbie gets out more than I do; otherwise, she'd be wearing her pajamas all day like me.)
BTW: The blue Artyarns stuff is some of the yarn that I will putting on eBay. I have a bit of a stash and we're feeling the money crunch, so I'm going to say goodbye to some well loved and coveted yarn. This is just a taste of what is to come. I hate selling off the stuff I wished would become something sensational.