So I’m maybe a third of the way through Lilith Ubbelohde’s cowl-neck shell, Sexxxy Librarian. Yes, that’s sexxxy with a triple x; though, as I knit this in my ginormous yoga pants and mismatched hoodie, I’m looking a little more frummmpy with a triple m.
There were certain words my children knew not to say, words they saw as bad: “shut up!”, “b-u-double tt”, “dumby”, and “fart”, to name a few. I told my son, “We don’t say this.” about those things. (I know everyone says butt now, but the older generations in my family find it insulting, so “We don’t say this.”) Somewhere along the way, maybe because of tv advertisements for non-age appropriate things, he added “sexy” to the list. How can you explain that sex isn’t bad just that a lot of the things that sell it are to an active toddler… repeatedly? So in our exhausted, modern-parent-that-tries-to-reason-out-everything-with-their-child way, we just said,”well…. sort of…”
Is there really a good way for a toddler to use any of those words, anyhow? So we let it go. From then on, in the midst of all sorts of chaos with a house full of children at play, if the words butt or fart were uttered, you’d hear the quiet pronouncement, “We don’t say dis.” beneath the din.
You don’t realize how often you hear words like “sex” until you have a little one that robotically mutters,” We don’t say dis.” every time they hear it. That was also true of anyone saying God’s name in vain. Conversations between adults might be interrupted with a toddler’s judgement: “We don’t say dis.” Even riding in the car listening to a Christian worship song where the singer sang of his love for God: “Oh, my God…you’ve turned your eyes…” we would hear a deadpan, ” We don’t say dis.” from the back seat.
It became a running joke in our family. It became a running joke with friends of friends of our family. Even last night, as I watched tv with my now 14 year old son, some curse word was said and I leaned over to him and smiled as he rolled his eyes at the implied, “We don’t say dis.”
So every time I type or say the name of this project, Sexxxy Librarian, it is followed by a mental “We don’t say dis.” and a smile. That took up way more of this post than I intended.
I had to re-start this because the seed stitch was too loose the first time. This time around, I ran a longer circular through the hem so I could try it on and make sure it fit. Thankfully, it did. Then things have moved quickly. I think I will have it finished by the end of the Knitalong.
Already I can see some things I love about this sweater:
1) I’m knitting it in City Tweed, which is tweedy, but soft. I’ve never knit a turtleneck or cowl neck sweater, but I imagine this is a good yarn choice for something like that.
2) No sleeves.
3) Cables. It’s been a while.
4) No sleeves.