Thursday, October 16, 2008

Rosey's style

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As soon as I saw this week’s prompt on Sunday Scribblings my mind shot back to the time my friend Rosey came out with the words ‘It’s my style’
.We usually meet for a drink once a week, about six or so of us. Well, one day while we were sitting chatting, Rosey produced from her bag a pair of knitting needles and a ball of wool! We were gobsmacked! She told us that she had secretly been receiving knitting lessons from her Gran. She had already made a scarf and a sock! We asked what she was about to start making and she pulled a crumpled pattern from her bag. On the front was a picture of a – how can I put it kindly? – a rather ‘mumsy’ cardigan.
.Well, she started knitting, stopping every 10 seconds or so to take a slurp from her large glass of chardonnay. It was a sight for sore eyes! She was getting in such a muddle, but credit where credit’s due, she persevered and by the end of the evening she had produced a few inches of knitting.
.Well, this went on week after week. She made a back, two bits of front, and some sleeves. And then it was complete. One Friday in November – the 8th it was, I’ll never forget the date, she strode into the pub walking like a model and wearing her latest creation. We didn’t know what to say. One of us had to say something, so our friend Jack piped up ‘That really is your style Rosey!’ She was thrilled. It was an interesting garment. One sleeve was a little longer than the other, but that didn’t matter. In fact the whole thing was a little lop-sided but we said nothing. There were bits of wool dangling here and there – maybe they were meant to be, but I suspect not! And that is what started one of the funniest things that ever happened to Rosey!
.We were sitting enjoying a drink when Rosey announced she was off to the ladies room. Well, she stood up and one of the strands of wool got trapped in the back of the chair! We didn’t notice at first, or we would have stopped her, but as she set off the strand remained trapped and the cardy started unravelling!
The pub was packed and Rosey had to walk around and between lots of tables and had to weave her way in and out of the people crowded around the bar. She did whatever she went to do, then started on her journey back, but this time she took a different route weaving between different folk and different tables. And all the time the Cardigan was unravelling!
.By the time she got back everyone in the pub was joined together by yards of pink wool! It was like a giant human macrame. When she sat down she had no idea what we were laughing at. She hadn’t noticed that her cardigan had shrunk to the size of a bolero! The sight of so many people twisting and turning to disentangle themselves is something I’ll never forget.
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Fortunately Rosey saw the funny side of it then admitted that actually she didn’t think the cardigan was her style after all!
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You can read all of Roseys adventures at My Friend Rosey

26 comments:

  1. Not the kind of pub story usually told - but this was great.

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  2. this is precious! are you sure you're not making this all up?!?!?!

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  3. I suppose she was quite a knit-wit.

    I know, but I couldn't resist.

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  4. I'm a great fan of Rosey! Her stories are riveting. (Remember "Rosy the Riveter" from WWII?) Your sense of humor (humour?) is wonderfully entertaining.

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  5. I'm sitting here chuckling away! Thanks!

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  6. oh how i wish i could have been there!!!!!

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  7. oh such an amusing story, if I'd ever managed to knit more than one row I'm sure this would have happened to my creation too!

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  8. Oh my God, this is hilarious!!! :) Thanks for making us giggle!

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  9. Oh my gosh, your story is wonderful. I even chuckled out loud. Thank you.

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  10. Love it!
    I wish I could see it happening.

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  11. LOL, this had me laughing out loud! Thanks so much for sharing this story...I loved it. *huge smile*

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  12. Fun story, and I love the word "gobsmacked."

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  13. Hi Keith, this is pub-poetry in action!

    Well told.

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  14. Rosey's adventures are always a treat -- it's good to hear from her again! Thanks!

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  15. What a great story! And don't we all hate those really embarrassing moments.

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  16. I just ADORE roseys style! she is a hoot!

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  17. funny that she didn't notice the sweater unraveling! sounds like a piece of contemporary performance art to me - if I were in the pub, I might have thought that was intentional!

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  18. This story made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes. Oh your dear Rosey! My friend's name is Carole Ann. She is such a dear and does most of her shopping at goodwill industries. But she pulls it off...with a lot of style!

    Thank you Keith...this was just delightful.

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  19. Keith even if this were not a true story...it really is a giggle!! I truly loved it. Something similar happened to me while I was pregnant, only it was toilet paper tucked into my trousers! I still laugh when I think of the restaurant onlookers. At least it didn't travel as far as Rosie's did, but it was far enough to be humiliated! Thankfully I can really laugh at myself!

    Hugs Giggles
    Thanks for the chuckle!

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  20. hehhe that was a fun story

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  21. Awww

    this is such a lovely story ...

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  22. This is an excellent friend story!

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