yarny nightmare

Cauchemar laineux

I had a strange dream last night. I took a trip to a knitting event – in my dream it was the Knitters Frolic except it was taking place somewhere in London, in a God-forsaken place I had a lot of trouble finding. When I finally got there, the queue was big but somehow disappeared and I was left alone in front of a nice lady who said: closing time. I begged her to let me in, I had come from so far. She did and I was left to explore the venue, but guess what? I could not find any yarn. I kept passing by stall after stall of vaguely knitting related merchandise but no yarn. When I finally glimpsed a lovely corner with lovely hand-dyed skeins waiting for me, everybody was packing up. I begged them to let me buy something but they were adamant. Closing time!

All I could do was try to find my way back to the subway. It was pouring rain and the soil was muddy, and I had no shoes except an old pair of ugly sandals. Horrible through and through. I wonder what brought this about. I have no plans to buy yarn but I’ve been thinking about how best to pack my yarn for our big trip, and maybe I have yarn anxiety. What if our container sinks to the bottom of the ocean? What if all my precious skeins disappear, and I can no longer buy any, as ominously shown in this weird dream. Boy, was I glad to wake up and find it was all a dream after all.

Yes, I did put my stash in the bathtub one day, just to check if I could bathe in yarn. I could.


Oui, j’ai vraiment vidé mon stock dans la baignoire un jour, juste pour voir si je pouvais prendre un bain de laine. C’était effectivement possible.

J’ai fait un rêve étrange la nuit dernière. Je me rendais à un salon de tricot – dans mon rêve il s’agissait du Knitters Frolic*, mais ce coup-ci il se situait à Londres, dans un endroit perdu que j’ai eu toutes les peines du monde à trouver. Lorsqu’enfin j’y arrive, la queue est immense mais semble disparaître sous mes yeux, et je me retrouve seule face à une charmante dame qui me dit: on ferme. Je la supplie de me laisser entrer, je viens de si loin. Finalement elle accepte et je me retrouve à explorer les allées, mais vous savez quoi? Je n’arrive pas à trouver de la laine. Je passe stand après stand rempli de marchandise vaguement reliée au monde du tricot, mais pas de laine. Quand j’aperçois enfin un joli stand plein de belles laines teintes à la main qui semble n’attendre que moi, tout le monde est en train de remballer. Je les supplie de me laisser acheter quelque chose, rien qu’un petit écheveau, mais rien à faire. On ferme !

Il ne me restait plus qu’à retrouver mon chemin vers le métro, sous une pluie battante et sur un sol boueux, sans autres chaussures qu’une paire de vieilles sandales moches. Vraiment horrible du début à la fin. Je me demande ce qui a bien pu causer ce rêve. Je ne prévois pas d’acheter de la laine en ce moment, mais je réfléchis  à la meilleure façon d’empaqueter ma laine pour notre grand voyage, et c’est peut-être une angoisse laineuse. Et si notre container sombrait au fond de l’océan, emportant avec lui toutes mes précieuses pelotes, et que je ne puisse plus en racheter, comme dans ce rêve étrange ? Autant vous dire que j’étais plutôt heureuse de me réveiller et de constater que ce n’était qu’un rêve, après tout.

* pour les francophones: le Knitter’s Frolic se tient tous les ans à Toronto au mois d’avril.

6 thoughts on “yarny nightmare

    • Ha, ha, don’t enable me, please. I’ve been so good these past few months. I can’t buy anything new anyway, too many expenses with the move. But maybe it means I am craving new yarn. 🙂


  1. The most miserable sort of dream, where you are missing out on something wonderful, even joyous, but can’t quite reach it. (I’ve had such dreams about skiing – I forget my boots and have to drive home for them; I return to the slopes to find the snow is all melting – but so far the yarn dreams have all been happy).
    Probably the strains and anxieties of moving provoked this dream; your subconscious worries that you won’t be able to accomplish everything you need to do. Things will go better in real life, you’ll be able to enjoy yourself again soon!

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