In which we explore the equivalent of "tinking" while weaving

Dear Tan;

You're right. I did not credit you the lines of weaving you did on the log cabin. This is why. Make sure your BigGirlPanties are pulled up, 'k?


In the knitting world, there is a saying called "frogging". It often comes into play when you are:

a) knitting and drinking
b) knitting (at least, attempting to knit) and playing tug 'o war with Dayna
c) knitting and not paying attention to the documentary R is watching until you hear the words "radical lesbian nuns"
d) knitting and watching an episode of SYTYCD auditions
e) knitting and realize that you've completly arsed up what you were doing for the past two hours of your life.

So you call your rugged, good looking boyfriend over to take hold of one end of the yarn and tell him to pull. And he says "Pull?!" and you reassure him that you did indeed mean pull. Then you watch him enthusiastically rip out row after row of stitches that you've spent the last two hours of your life knitting. (Get it? "rip it rip it").

Alternately, the slower way of undoing your work in knitting is called "TINK-ing". It means to painstakingly undo your work stitch by stitch by stitch. I believe the term was coined by someone's clever husband who noticed that "tink" is "knit" spelled backwards. There's a popular stitch 'n bitch in Toronto who meet at the Spotted Dick and their awesome tagline is "Knit. Drink. Tink". As you can see, it's acceptable to knit & drink - with the understanding that you might have to tink as well.

On the evening of 13 May 2009, you were visiting R and I in London. It was a night of great company, fascinating conversation, a meal that I can't believe you put into your mouth due to the amount of honey & Sriracha sauce you put on it, and drinking. As you will recall, there was even a little weaving (not "looming") because you were curious about the loom.

I showed you the basics and you exuberantly wove a row or two. I believe you said "wow" more than once. Then we were distracted by more interesting topics like hair transplants, world travel and the fact that we now allow Nori & Dayna on the couch. I believe you and R even watched a documentary but not the one about the "radical lesbian nuns".

To sum up the evening, there was:
a) weaving
b) dogs
c) a documentary
d) interesting conversation
e) good company
f) drinking
e) drinking and weaving

There's no easy way to say this, my friend. There is also no redeeming social value for it either, but...

The rows that you did, you did with an enthusiasm that would make any teacher proud. You TAN'd it. Unfortunately,the rows were...um... Tan'd under the influence and you didn't actually weave the full length of the blanket in some spots and you caught threads that you weren't supposed to. It happens.

Because I'm OCD, I had to NAT it back. (Okay, I was trying to be clever, but it didn't quite work out)

But at least a good time was had by all. Ihopeyouaren'tsad.

Please visit us again soon once you're over being traumatized by this post.

Yours,
Natalie

P.S. Did your dad find the answers he was looking for from your most holy and respected Quach ancestors?

P.S. #2: Has his hair grown back yet?