Miss Honey meets yarn

The Yarn Bomber Herself

Hi, I'm Nancy, recently retired from a long (but wonderful) career as a high school librarian/administrator.  After taking a long hiatus from knitting, I'm back!  In fact, I am exploring several entrepreneurial options for a second career that would combine some simple designs and packaging them as kits with yarn and patterns.  A little background about my crafty side. Before I became a knitter, I learned to sew and developed my love of fabric and fashion from my mother. My favorite memory of my mom was the two of us sitting on our front porch on a hot summer night leafing through the big fall issue of Seventeen and planning my back-to-school wardrobe.  The planning was followed by a trip to Marshall Field's State Street Store in Chicago (back in the day they had a HUGE fabric department) to purchase the fabric that would turn my hopes to be stylish, cute, popular at school year into a reality.  Popularity was somewhat elusive, but I did learn to sew and years later (following bachelor's and master's degrees) I began a degree program in fashion design.  Sadly, the program went unfinished but I did learn a lot about construction and design, which has served me well as both sewer and knitter.

I digress.  Shortly after resurrecting my yarn and supplies, I adopted a cat, Miss Honey.  Don't they just all go together?  Librarian, cat, knitting.  Yish....I hope I'm not THAT stereotypical!  Honey is the second cat I've adopted from Catnap From the Heart, a suburban Chicago no-kill shelter whose mission I admire. Anyhow, first night on the job as My New Cat, Honey proceeded to attack - literally attack - my yarn!  Apparently she has a very strong predatory instinct and though I supply her with myriad furry little toy mice, she seems to prefer the allure of my yarn bag. I have to plan each knitting session carefully, hiding the ball of yarn behind a pillow.  Anything is fair game - tape measure, cable needle, dpns.  Heaven forbid nature calls and I get up leaving "the goods" unprotected. She has totally destroyed both yarn and the image of me knitting peacefully on the couch, wine glass poised on adjacent coffee table, TV providing white noise.  But honestly, I wouldn't trade Honey for anything!