Olive Knitting

So it's October, 1985, Elkhorn, Wisconsin a.k.a. EGG NIGHT. If you are not familiar with the Egg Night concept it's, well, just like it sounds...everyone between the ages of 14 and 18 run around town with every egg purchasable in the county and throw them at each other. If it weren't such a completely ridiculous, wasteful, and destructive town tradition I might like to take credit on behalf of Elkhorn teenagers from the 80's for the invention of the more (slightly) evolved Paint Ball game craze.

Back to 1985, so my pals and I are decked out in dark, loose clothes with tons of pockets, we have eggs stashed any where an egg could fit. The majority of my stash was in my shirt, which proved to be a great disguise as well...no one recognized the slight girl with the perky bob hair cut and the massive chest. My more busty friends had to settle for their sleeves. So, I'm hiding in a bush with one of these friends and we hear a car off in the distance. We look at each other and quickly decide that we are more defensive than offensive egg night participants "RUN!". Off we go across an open field, running as fast as we could from this car that we are sure was coming right for us. Of course we knew that this couldn't be possible since we were in a totally open field, which would have made it rather obvious if a car was barreling down after us, which it wasn't. BUT STILL...the eggs were coming down on us. Left and right they were just shooting right past us! We ran faster and faster and faster and the eggs kept coming faster and faster and faster, not one of them actually hitting us. Run run run, egg egg egg. Then, they just stopped. We ran another couple hundred yards until we were sure no more eggs were coming our way. We collapsed in the grass completely exhausted, with our hearts pounding at the near escape.

"Jenn, I don't really like this game. Let's just leave our eggs here and go home. How many eggs do you have left?"

Jenny checks her sleeves, "Ummm, Lynn, I have no eggs left."

"What do mean? You had like 3 dozen in your sleeves!"

"Um, yeah. I DID before we started running."

We walked back home feeling more than slightly embarrassed that we, two prominent members of the math team, didn't come to the rational conclusion that Jenn was shooting her own eggs at us out of her sleeves.

So today I'm hanging in a tree picking apples. Having not had the foresight to bring a bucket, I was stashing apples in my clothes any where an apple could fit. I don't really need to finish this story, do I? Ok. Apples started shooting past me every time I picked another one. I jumped out of the tree (which isn't technically my tree, so technically those apples probably aren't technically mine) and I hid. "Shit. Someone just busted me picking these technically not my apples." Heart pounding, I remembered egg night. Sheepishly, I walked back home.

Today's orto haul...




Yesterday's orto haul...



Yesterday's knitting haul...

the "surprise sweater"...which is David's birthday present, completed one month EARLY!...and is no longer a surprise.



A lovely lime and turquoise cardy for me.





PS. If any of you are thinking that I'm a really bad neighbor by stealing someone else's apples, don't worry. Augusto assured me that since the tree is on a common path, the apples belong to everyone. I just maybe took more than my share.