My town is awash in the rainy season. While I look forward to the lumpy tomatoes and plump peas this deluge will help produce later in the summer, I now have to deal with dark days and visitors that pop in to keep dry. Some are more welcome than others. Spiders are most unwelcome although this does not deter them; stubborn lot they are. One welcome guest is Mrs. Prudence Estonia Tinkenstitch, who resides at Third Pot From Left, Gardening Bench Shelf, Northeast Province, Pneuma Territories. She often calls on the Fairies whose door is located in my daughter's room. According to Aunty Pru, as she prefers to be called, the fairies have the finest quality threads (at the steepest prices too). She thinks the Fairies have a monopoly going.
" Not to mention," she adds in a surprisingly loud voice, " the dust is nigh impossible to remove. Sticks to everything, everyone, and everywhere. Even found it in the root cellar all sparkly in the dark. Who ever heard of sparkly potatoes? Tisk. "
Aunty Pru is the self appointed authority on all things stitched. She never fails to inspect and critique the needle work she sees, generously offering her services free because, according to her, it would be a disservice to her talent and skill if she did not try to better others through its use. Despite being impossibly farsighted, Aunty Pru maintains her assessments are the only salvation of a stitched piece from being immediately tossed in the donate bin by the recipient.
"Craftmanship, Quality, and Even Tension are the trinity to a proper stitcher," Aunty Pru instructs as she eyes the garment. I have noticed, and thankfully Aunty Pru has not, the person whose work is being inspected tends to look at her with a mixture of respect and annoyance, as one in a rush watches an arthritic old woman cross the road. For most of these people, the whole experience can't end soon enough.
" Hmmm, good tension, soft wool, and vintage buttons (nice touch). But oh dear, oh dear, look this button pulls a bit. Should have placed the hole farther from the increase. Pity that. And there, is that a drop stitch picked up twisted? Surely you should have seen that in time to fix it. Well, it is definitely not perfect, and I know since I have knit several of these with out error, but I am confident the baby won't mind. Let us hope the mother is as forgiving." Aunty Pru mumbled as she tugged at the hat's hang loop.
I am pleased to report that after Aunty Pru thoroughly inspected my FBS with matching hat, while not perfect, it is passable. Upon promising to practice my buttonhole technique and be more careful with dropped stitches, Aunty Pru brought her self up to her full 3 inches and in an authoritative voice bestowed upon me her rare and most precious seal of approval:
" It will do. "