We’re having a campfire and everyone is invited. Come out out of your cabins and tents and join us. Speaking of cabins, did you know that Claudia Hand Painted has a colorway called “Cabin Fever“?
She also has “Boot Camp“:
And “Campfire“:
Which brings us back to the point of today’s blog. Part of camping is sitting around the fire, telling stories, right? So let’s tell a story about Loopy. I’ll start, and anyone who would like to can add one sentence – just one sentence – in the comments below to continue the story. Once the comments start, you need to add your sentence so that it continues the story from the comment above yours. (I realize this might be problematic if you have never left a comment on this blog. Those comments go into a queue for approval, which will make them show up in the right order, but at a later time. But come to think of it, that might add a few interesting twists to the story!)
Next week, I’ll randomly draw a comment to win two skeins of Claudia Hand Painted in your color choice. So let the story begin:
It was a beautiful afternoon (although the forecast was for storms that night.) Loopy had a long list of things to-do, and a house full of people to entertain, but all he really wanted to do was to sit down and work on his Camp Loopy project. He grabbed his project bag and snuck off to hide in the attic for some knitting time. Loopy opened the two attic windows for a nice breeze and settled down to knit. He was in the middle of a long row of (K2tog, YO’s), when he heard a loud crash from the floor below.
(Your turn. Keep it going!)
And fainted dead away!
With a start, Loopy awoke bathed in gentle morning sunlight, and realized it had all been a dream; a ringing bell told him it was time to rise and shine for another day of camp adventures.
But as Loopy got up to greet the morning, he looked around and realized he wasn’t in his cabin at all. He could hear voices in the woods. “Hmmmmm, I’d better investigate”, he thought.
He stepped into the morning dew and realized someone has put four new Bugga! socks on his hooves.
As he looked down at his socks, he noticed blood dripping from his neck and felt 2 little holes. Please let this all be a dream he thought to himself, first the wolf and now a vampire. At least the bat had good taste in yarn the Bugga socks were bateuful.
I really prefer Bugga Skinny so my hooves fit my clogs better!
He was so enamoured of the softness and deep colors of his Bugga! Socks that he started to dance all around to show them off, reaching down to stroke them every 20 steps.
Loopy was so engrossed with his lovely Bugga! socks that he almost didn’t hear the soft rustling sound coming from the woods behind him. He whirled around and briefly wished that he had his needles with him. Then he spotted a flash of blue behind a tree!
As the other campers joined in, Aunt Thelma reminded them that they would get very little knitting done if they chose to continue dancing.
He slowly inched forward for a closer look.
The flash of blue darted further and deeper into the woods, drawing Loopy into the shadows.
Luckily his new Bugga socks muffled the sound of his hooves, enabling him to creep ever closer to the blue Thing.
Unfortunately, his new Bugga socks did not make him magically graceful. One of Loopy’s hooves caught on an exposed tree root, causing the sheep to face plant into the woodland floor.
Just before he got to it, he thought he heard something following him.
Following Loopy was Lil’ Miss Ewe. Little did they know that there was a big black bear watching them from behind a tree.
So Loopy and Lil’ Miss Ewe were at a loss of how to get get around the black bear without it chasing them, so they pulled out their knitting and with very small, almost not even noticeable, motions knitted till the black bear got bored and walked away for a bear snack elsewhere.
So on they went, looking for that flash of blue they had seen creepy through the woods.
They were both a little scared, so they petted the yarn in their knitting bag to calm their nerves and decide what to do next.
Suddenly they looked up from their beautiful soft yarn to see not just one blue thing, but that they were surrounded by little flashes of blue!
.. and with that another flash of blue and then green. A quick swish. A humm..
Karma chameleon?
Suddenly “The Thing” jumped at them, the blue and green flashes blinding them; but Loopy was prepared and whipped out his US3 Addi Turbos ready to fend off any danger……
And Loopy also located his blocking wires to use as a make shift garrote, if needed.
but it turned out he needed a size 4 and wouldn’t you know he had left it at home! So he rushed to the nearest yarn store only to find…
…a bunch of campers had swarmed the store and purchased all of the size 4’s.
An elderly lady wearing hiking boots saw his disappointed demeanor and, fishing around in her ever ready knitting bag said, “Here young man, take my extra size 4 needle because I have been collecting Addi Turbos for years and always carry a spare set in each size.”
“Oh no!!!” He cried. “What to do? What to do?”
Thanking the elderly knitter, John grasped the offered US4s and wielded his copy of a sock pattern (in a page protector) like a shield against the oncoming attacker.
The knitter on John’s other side was whispering a mantra and holding her knitting bag in front of her, keep calm and knit on, keep calm and knit on. Then there was a loud crash
gingerly, he cast on his socks…..
P2K2 ribbing round and round, all the while darting glances from side to side – Where is that blue flash?
And then John noticed the blue flash still creeping in the woods — and so he put down his socks with disappointment and got closer to the window to see if he could once again see the blue flash.
He looked down at the next part of his pattern. He should have known better than to allow someone else to pick out a sock pattern…”Wendy Johnson’s Mock Cable Sock”…what was Mock about this? It looked like a cable to him, at least it looked like the cables in the sweater that his Great Aunt Ruth knit him when he was 10 years old. He shuddered. How was he supposed to do this…? And suddenly he shuddered again. The blue flash was hovering between him and his not-mock sock….
Flashes of blue and green. Suddenly, it came to him. A partially finished Catkin in beautiful Skinny Bugga colors draped around a very hungry wolf. Just the kind of trick that would trick sweet Loopy and her friends the knitting campers.
“Oooh!!! look at the all the softness,” Cried Loopy.
And those teeth are sharper than Signatures!
Loopy pinched himself, hoping that this was another dream.
Just as Loopy was pinching himself a phone was heard ringing – call display said Canada SOS.
Loopy answered the phone to find out that Canada’s orders from Loopy are stuck int the Canadian Postal Strick – how can Loopy help his Candian Cousins?
But this was no dream, Loopy was so scared! suddenly he heard the whoosh, whoosh noise and the Tardis appeared, he knew he would be okay now that The Dr was here to fend of this alien in a wolfskin
I thought nobody would care that i took a little quite time but somebody missed me o heck you win some and you lose some.
“Dr!” Loopy cried, “please help me! I don’t know what to do!”
As the Doctor helps Loopy off the ground, he starts to talk:
“It will all be okay. Your stash will never ever ever outgrow the space the TARDIS has! Buy yarn & goodies to your heart’s content. I won’t judge you, have you seen my “Jelly Belly” collection? Do you need help moving it inside where it will be safe from all these people and things trying to steal it?”
Just as Dr opened his mouth to say, “Open the skein…” thunder struck and lightening flashed, the wind howled (not the wolf), trees swayed and then – and then Loopy’s mounth dropped open and his eyes grew wide and his ball of yarn….
But this was the 4th doctor, with his colorful, striped scarf, and all he was looking for was the Dalek who had made off with the darning egg to fix the rather large hole in his scarf.
Since the dr. could not find the darning egg to mend his his scarf, he went outside in the thunder and lightning and used a “golf ball” size piece of hail to complete the task.
The Dalek thought the egg was his own, and was trying to hatch it in the manner of Daleks, frustratingly though this egg didn’t seem to be doing the expected!
Little did the Dalek know that the egg he was trying to hatch was not an egg at all…. it was one of several Cake Balls that Sheri scattered around the forest to lure the Campers back to Camp headquarters.
The Dalek began to grow angry with the fact that the egg was not hatching. He decided that it must be Loopy’s doing and begins to think up a devilish plan for revenge.
With that, he picked up the size 4 Addi turbo’s and began to stab the egg. He would MAKE it hatch. As he poked the incredibly hard shell for the fourth time, it sprang open and out popped a . . .
… Robber Fly, which tried to steal the Addi turbos!