While studying abroad in Austria these past four months, I really came to miss my army of knitting needles, which due to packing space I had been compelled to leave at home. I had at my disposal one pair, which served my purposes to a certain extent, but if you happened to read recent posts, Irish Knitting and Knitting on Trains you would have noticed that I had to resort to some very unusual substitutes.
While I was suffering from this separation anxiety, I happened to watch Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. It’s a movie by Tim Burton about a barber and his wife… and she was beautiful… and he was so unutterably creepy that I can’t imagine how anyone could muster the guts to sit in his chair and bare their throats to him!
Anyway, the barber spends fifteen years in prison, and when he returns he digs his box of razors out of the floorboards. They are reunited at last, and he sings a song to them. I found myself chuckling as I watched it, because I could totally imagine myself singing this song to my army of needles when I returned home.
For your viewing pleasure:
Anyway, I will now become a hopeless recluse and spend my time alternately striking dramatic poses and gazing adoringly at my needles.
Yep, this song pretty much applies to my reunion with my needles, except for Todd’s assurance that his friends will “Drip rubies, precious rubies.” I’m not capable of plotting schemes quite so devious, unless you find yourself struck to the core with horror by the fact that my friends will soon “Knit booties, baby booties.”