NaKniSweMo: 2 days left. Will I make it? Probably not. Although I’ve made wicked good progress… photos to come soon. Guess what? There is also a NaSweKniMo — good to know so many knitters are out and about supporting their novelist friends.
Or comic book friends, for that matter: I was taken to the annual “Midnight Madness” sale at my boyfriend’s comic book shop on Friday. Not possessive-apostrophe-s as in ‘he owns it’ (although, as much money as he spends there, he’d be a major shareholder if they were publicly traded), but as in it’s his “home” comic book shop… just like I have a “home” LYS. (You know, the one where you spend so much time you know which bins have what and other customers just assume you work there). There were prize drawings every half-hour, so we stuck around for a while and ended up winning some terrifyingly stupid action figures.
Me and action figures. We’re dangerous together. When I get bored, I like to make them talk, much to boyfriend dearest’s horror. (Hey, it’s payback for the time he walked around Halcyon Yarn when we stopped there on vacation, exclaiming loudly “where are the books by world-famous author Shannon Okey?”). So, Wonder Woman was exhorting Supergirl to drop the cheerleader skirt for some sensible boy-shorts like hers, Loki was telling detachable-mullet Alexander Luthor doll that his sword’s runes weren’t even real and that he felt lame because of it, etc etc.
(Don’t worry, this is leading up to a point).
The next morning, I had breakfast with Jillian on my way up to ThreadBear and told her I was going to design a Power Girl sweater if they do Big Girl Knits 3. You see, Power Girl is a Big Girl. But only in one place. Let’s guess which of the three Bs Power Girl has, shall we? (We’re dealing with comic book guys, this shouldn’t be tough). So yes, there needs to be a Power Girl sweater with magical cleavage panel.
I have a theory. Knitters and comic book guys tend to end up together. Head of our local s ‘n b? Married to comic book guy. Me? Comic book guy. Half the exhibitors at SPX? Running around in handknits. This only applies to Indie Comic Book Guys, though, the ones who like Power Girl and her ilk in an ironic way, not in a I Live In My Mom’s Basement And Can’t Get A Date way.
I know why my theory works, too — comic book guys get it. You can’t live without that specific ball of handpainted yarn, he can’t walk out of the store without the new issue of The Walking Dead (I like zombie comics. Shhhh). You’re storing balls of yarn in your kitchen cupboards because it’s the only space left, he’s got comic book longboxes in the linen closet. It’s like shared OCD!
Of course, now that he’s got me reading comic books, I’ve got to get him knitting…