Sister 2’s boyfriend is completely nonplussed by my crochet. He says he appreciates the time and effort involved, but I’ve yet to show him anything I’ve made he actually likes. I suspect that if I stuck a Superdry label on any of it and told him I bought it, he’d feel differently, but there you go. I don’t mind this in the slightest, everyone is entitled to their opinion (although I admit, I secretly hope one day I’ll impress him) and his is that he’s not even a little bit interested in wool.
Which made a car journey last week slightly odd. Sister 2 was in the back, her boyfriend was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were having a three way sort of conversation about the thing I’d been making….a sort of scarf. He was saying (somewhat sarcastically) that a scarf was exactly what I needed as we were coming into summer. I was replying that it wasn’t that sort of scarf – it was part silk and that silk keeps you cool.
I was so stunned we were having a conversation about crochet and wool, I think I forgot to listen properly. This is how the rest of the conversation went:
Him: ‘Has it got cashmere?’
Me: ‘No. Alpaca. 70% alpaca.’
Him: ‘What are you talking about?’
Me: ‘The wool. You asked if it contained cashmere. It doesn’t, but it does contain alpaca. 70%, so that’s….30% silk.’
Him: (I think he swore)
It turns out that what he’d actually said as we drove past a petrol station was ‘Does that have a cash point?’
Apparently not, but it does have Alpacas. :o)