It’s probably good that I am not a very good liar. I have a friend who can answer any question her husband asks, and without telling a lie, she can evade the truth. Seriously, anything short of the full truth is a lie. That’s what I would say if Vince didn’t tell me the full truth so, really, I don’t deserve any slack. I get that but what if the question is: Did you buy yarn today? Did you sneak a Dr. Pepper today? Did you order anything for Addie today? Really, I feel like I should say . . don’t ask so many questions but I can’t say that so either I say “I can’t remember”, which is a lie, or I say “just one skein” which is probably a lie.
I go to the mailbox and I leave the box of yarn in the car. I walk in the door and Vince says “What did we get?” I say “Mostly junk!” Not really a lie because “mostly” doesn’t mean only junk, right.
Yesterday I mentioned that I want to make a sweater for Vince for Christmas and I want it to be a surprise. He NEVER asks me what I’m working on!
Yesterday evening I cast on this surprise sweater for him. It’s a pullover and I started at the bottom so it’s the measurement to go around him below his waist — way bigger than what would fit me.
During the evening . .
Vince: What are you working on?
Me: A sweater.
Vince: For you?
Oh, goodness . . no . . NOT for me but I didn’t want to say that.
I picked up the purple sweater sitting right next to me and said “I started this sweater yesterday too. I’m trying to cast on several projects and get them to the point that I can sit and work without having to do much thinking or following a pattern.
Later in the evening . .
Vince: Is that the bottom of the sweater?
Me: Yes.
Vince: Is it supposed to fit around you?
What the heck? Why the sudden interest in the ONE project that I want to keep a secret.
Me: Well, if I were making a sweater for me, shouldn’t it fit around me?
Vince: I guess.
Me: Do you think it won’t fit me?
Vince: No, I’m just asking.
Really? I hope that’s all it is. If I were a betting woman, I’d bet he knows this project is for him way before Christmas . . maybe way before this weekend!
susanssnippets says
He reminds me of my dad. My mom would work on his Christmas while he was at work, pick up every last scrap of fabric, thread, etc. before he came home, and tuck everything away. Unlike Vince, my dad would wait until he was handed the wrapped gift on Christmas morning and then without opening it, he would turn to Mom and ask her if that was his (whatever she had made) in the box. She used to get so frustrated with him because she knew we had no cameras in the house as this was well before those days as well as before cell phones. We always thought he was super smart, but now I know it is because they were so close and he just “knew”.
Nelle Coursey says
If he ever reads your blog, he already knows! LOL
Judy Laquidara says
He doesn’t.
Susan Nixon says
LOL, nice evasions, Judy. I think you have to put that one away for a few days, or work on it in the sewing room or something.