Barbara-Kay says she’s only ever met two truly ugly yarns. I’m curious to know what they looked like. But now I’ve got to tell you about one someone once gave me: I’ve been looking for it, but I have some vague memory of passing it on to someone who saw it and really liked it.
Back at the height of the furry-feathery yarns craze, I got a visit from a friend from another state who happened to be coming to California anyway and wanted to stop by. She was someone who knitted up samples for yarn companies and she had a leftover skein she wanted to share with me, partly because she thought the thing was just too funny.
We’re talking a very thin nylon strand connecting lots of soft puffs of white and brown, chenille-y and very touchable. Scattered here and there was a small accent of bright red. In just the right shade.
Which is why she giggled as she handed me the yarn, confessing she called it Roadkill.
On that note… Lawdog kindly put together all the links to his serialized Ratel (an animal also called the Honey Badger) story, saving me the effort of hunting them down, talking about some of his experiences growing up in Nigeria as the son of an American oil-industry worker. And then there’s the furious furry tennis ball attacking the python. I love his dad’s calm words: “Boys? Try to stay away from anything with an appetite, mmm?” Maybe they needed some Roadkill to distract it. Here you go.