One time Nolemana was having surgery in a large Portland hospital, so I took my spinning wheel (it was going to be a fairly long surgery) and was spinning some dyed purple wool in the open, not crowded, waiting room. I was happily creating a yummy yarn when a doctor and his entourage stopped behind me and asked what I was doing. I told him I was spinning and making yarn to knit with. He asked what kind of stuff it was and I replied that it was wool.
He gave me this condescending, arrogant look as if I were out of my mind, and with his coattails flapping in the breeze as he left, entourage in his wake, I heard him say to his students, “Oh yeah, right! Purple sheep!”
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Well, I have two purple cows – why wouldn’t there be purple sheep? Some people have no imagination! (Yes, I know, I know.)
Just for the record, one of the purple cows is named “Moo-rasaki.”
Of course we all know where chocolate milk comes from 😉 I’m so, so glad there are brown cows 😀
Hooo da funny:)
What a tool.
Silly doctor! I have spent several days spinning at hospitals in Portland (Sweetie’s chemo & surgeries, and DIL’s surgery), and while I get lots of questions and comments, no one has ever been dumb enough to not understand the concept of dyeing. Hope it wasn’t your husband’s doctor. It would be unnerving to think he was under the care of someone that dim-witted!