There were funny ones:
Elaine has to prove that she is not being beleaguered by Rumpelstiltskin,
grumpy crumpet reminds us that adults are rather dim,
knitnzu relates that she more fashion rebel than fashion icon in earlier days,
Carol's teenaged complexion was evidently better than that of her sweater,
Becka proves that sewing is rarely Deadly,
and Sarah admits that she occasionally mimics my brilliant social skills (poor thing!)
There were enthusiastic ones about sharing our love of fiber:
ikinlala relates how her parents sewed love into her school backpack,
delighted hands, aunt janet, and Karen are sharing their skills with future fiber artists,
while turtle's grandmother ties several generations together with baby caps,
and the crazy lady with purple fingers is competing with herself to improve her own skills (aren't we all?)
There were tender memories of loved ones now gone:
laughingrat reminds us that our furry friends are fiber lovers, too...
knitmomma feels her grandmother's love with every stitch,
There was even one or two that were about me:
Mom wants to know what cake to bake, and Mrs. Pao explains why she is fairly sure that I am not a hairy-arsed axe murderer.
Last, but not least, Nancy K. wrote this, which for some reason Blogger would not allow her to post in the comments:
"R" rated Grandma...
My oldest daughter is the mother of my three Grandsons. Pam and I are very close. When we go someplace together, Pam always drives ~ which gives me time to KNIT. On one of our many day-trips, I was working on a lace shawl and frequently found my stitch count off. Which (blush) I'm afraid to say would elicit profane language from my normally pristine mouth. After the third or fourth outcry on my part, Pam reminded me that knitting is supposed to be the way I relax. I explained that it is, indeed, but when I make a mistake I do tend to "vocalize" my frustration. (Remember ~ I live alone and such language is ignored by my dogs and cats) My darling daughter is a very loving and non-judgmental person and had nothing more to say about my
I'm glad I decided on a random drawing - it would have been very hard to choose between these great stories! I loved them all...
As it was, the Teenaged Thug drew Carol's number from the bowl. I don't know that my poor yarn can compete with the grandeur of the Pimple Sweater, Carol, but I'll do the best I can!