As mentioned earlier this week, Michael had to go on a last-minute business trip to Hawaii. For a week. Before he left, he asked if I wanted any souvenirs and I answered with my all-time favorite answer: “Yarn.”
I didn’t expect anything to come of it. It’s Hawaii; and yarn…well, that’s kind of a colder climate commodity. I put the notion out of my head and tended to the joyous week of single parenting.
When he returned (with an arrival time of 7:15 AM at the airport one hour away and on a Sunday when I was scheduled to hold a choir practice and also sing a duet in church…) and got to unpacking his suitcase, he presented me with a skein of yarn. And an apology for it not being the kind of yarn I usually like.
He then proceeded to tell me the story of how he came to possess that skein of yarn:
He arrived in Hawaii on Saturday. On Tuesday he decided to google for the location of the nearest yarn shop. He left his hotel room at 4pm to go to said yarn shop and, after navigating the chaotic streets of Honolulu, arrived at the shop at precisely 6:05pm. The shop closed at 6:00pm.
He pushed back his Wednesday morning meeting and set out for the yarn shop in order to be there when it opened at 10am. He arrived at 10:00 on the dot, but the shop wasn’t open. Figuring there was some sort of Hawaiian laid-back attitude in regards to opening on time, he decided to wait for the shop owner to show up. One and a half hours later, he was still waiting. It was then that he noticed that the store hours listed were for Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. The shop was closed on Wednesdays.
He walked in on Thursday at 10am and informed the shop owner that he wanted locally-dyed or spun yarn that was impossible for his wife to get in the State of Utah. She said that a lot of people wanted that kind of stuff and that she tried to keep lots of it in stock, but he had happened to come to her store at a time when she had none of it in stock. I’m not sure what kind of conversation and/or awkward silence followed that statement, but Michael’s telling goes on to say that at point she exclaimed that she might have one skein of something in the back. “I’ll take it.”
Pattern: Turn a Square, by Jared Flood
Yarn: Nadezhda’s Crayon Box, colorway “Kahana Bay.” (67% Cotton, 25% Wool, 8% Silk) and Berrocco’s Ultra Alpaca in “Lavender Mix” #6283 (50% Alpaca, 50% Wool) leftover from my mother’s Christmas Hat.
Needles: US 8
Modifications: I made the hat about 1.5 inches longer than called for so it could definitely cover the tops of my ears, and also have a little bit of extra space to accomodate any sort of pulled-up hairstyle.
