To the left is a picture of an orange “alien” made by my four-year old granddaughter this afternoon. You will note that she stabbed the orange through with three different kinds (and sizes) of single pointed knitting needles.
(Perhaps she’s been playing with her older brother too much.)
As a child, I routinely slipped knitting needles from my mother’s stash. Now as any Norwegian woman her age, she of course knew how to knit, but she hated it. Actually, she hated everything even remotely domestic – just the opposite of my grandmother. The only time I remember my mother knitting was (1) when my grandmother was visiting, (2) to ensure I was prepared to be a good Norwegian husmor (housewife), and (3) after my father left. (At that time she crocheted an afghan and knit three sweaters in a week or so, if I recall correctly. Except for color, the sweaters were identical.)
Anyway, I digress.
Because my mother rarely opened her knitting box, I was able to put her unused needles to good use! Once when a group of my friends spent the night at a sleepover on our living room floor, I passed out her (very) long single pointed metal needles, and we ran them through marshmallows to roast in the fireplace and then made smores! (Picture from Along the Trail)
Other times I used her hooks to hold up plants that I grew for various science experiments. Trying to sprout avocado plants, I routinely skewered them with double pointed sock needles. Other times I used needles and hooks to clean the sink drain.
My few examples demonstrates how needles and hooks can be misused. But they can also be weapons! Remember the 1987 comedy “Foul Play” starring Goldie Hawn and Chevy Chase? (Well, maybe you don’t actually remember it, but perhaps you’ve seen it. 🙂 ) In that, Goldie Hawn’s character successfully fends off an attacker (who’s broken into her apartment) by stabbing him with her knitting needles.
Knitting needles also can be accidentally dangerous. On an earlier blog I shared that one night I was up late knitting an arm of a sweater in the round on a set of 5 needles. When I took a break, I gathered the needles, shoved them into the couch – between the seat and back cushions – and went to make coffee. As the water boiled, I listened to some old song and danced around the kitchen.
Anyway, when the water was ready, I made coffee, put it on the end table near the couch, danced back to the couch and plopped down. I had forgotten about the needles until one of them impaled itself through jeans and into my bottom!
Please tell me I’m not the only person who’s used knitting needles and crochet hooks for other purposes besides knitting and crocheting?!