Bringing Back the Dowry, Socks, and the Cat and Rabbit Show

I think that maybe the onslaught of jewelry commercials and Valentine’s Day crap brought about this line of thought for me. I, personally, have little to no use for jewelry save earrings because it just tends to get in the way. I used to own quite a bit of jewelry, but most of it I didn’t wear. It had sentimental value, but I had no interest in wearing it. When it got stolen, well, that just sucked ass. Anyway, this isn’t about my jewelry or jewelry in general. It’s about a dowry. Yes, I’m rambling. I promise there is a point to all this.

Also, I hate Valentine’s day with the fiery passion of a thousand suns, at the very least. I hate the commercialism and the forced holiday and also? I hate roses. HATE. THEM. This is probably because I associate them with bad memories, but that is neither here nor there because what is important is BRINGING BACK THE DOWRY.

I know you are wondering how in the hell not wearing jewelry and hating Valentine’s day inspired bringing back the dowry, and before all you uppity feminists get your collective panties in a wad, this dowry has a twist.

As a knitter, spinner, and all round fiber enthusiast, what do you really want? Flowers? Chocolate? (Yes, always, but every day? Nevermind. Don’t answer that.) Jewelry? Sure these things are nice, but flowers die, chocolate gets eaten and then you’ve got nothing but a wrapper and jewelry won’t keep you warm.

What does every fiber enthusiast want? Yarny goodness. That’s what. And this runs a wide gambit from luxurious hand painted yarn all the way to the animal that produced it.

I ran this idea by blogless Ginny last night and she thought it was brilliant.

Want to show a woman you love her? Give her yarn, or a bunny, drop spindle, knitting bag, or some knitting/spinning/dying books, etc.

Marriage proposal? Spinning wheel.

Dowry? At the very least one llama, sheep, angora goat, alpaca or other large fiber-producing animal. The greater the number of animals, the bigger the dowry (duh). But it is the man who presents the dowry to the woman to prove his love, worthiness of marriage, and most importantly his appreciation of her art and avocation. If you live in an area where owning livestock is not a possibility, in place of fiber-producing animals, opening up a yarn shop for the woman you love is also an excellent and most acceptable dowry.

Maybe it’s just me, but this line of thinking makes a whole lot more sense than flowers or jewelry.

Now to completely changing the subject. I’ve started on the arrrgh-yle socks and I’m loving it. This is what I refer to as messy knitting because you’ve got yarn hanging off all over the place and getting all kinds of twisted up. See?

Yesterday at lunch.

Last night after dinner.

I love color work. LOVE. IT. These socks are going to be fun. I might have to make myself a pair, too. Color work makes stockinette fun.

Also, speaking of socks, when I went in to get the much needed size 0 dpns, I also accidentally came home with this:

Yummy.

Lorna Laces makes the prettiest colorways. I will make fancy socks with this yarn. By fancy, I mean socks like falling leaves, pomatomus, broadripple, jaywalker, monkey or tropicana. I haven’t decided yet. Besides, right now, we’re still in the petting stage of sock yarn relationship. I just want to pet it.

And, if you’ve made it this far, then I will give you cuteness overload that will make your head explode. Sugar Ray has discovered a cat toy that he likes to play with. SO. MUCH. FUZZY. CUTENESS.

La la la.

Oh, What’s this?

Push. Push. How do you get this ball out?

Here bunny, I’ll show you.

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