The game: You are assigned a target. The pattern is released. When your target receives a finished hat, you’ve killed them. If you receive a finished hat before you’ve finished yours, you’ve been assassinated, and must send your unfinished hat to your assassin. They complete it and send it to your target, if, of course, they are not themselves killed. Last knitter standing wins.
My weekend:
Friday, I snag one of the remnant balls of KP Merino Style and swatch, as gauge has been decreed to be grounds for disqualification of a weapon (hat).
Saturday, the pattern is released. I have plans already to spend most of Saturday playing 1856. The good thing: Knitting and 1856 go together very very well. The bad thing: In driving to Acton, I lose an hour and a bit of knitting time. I finish long after the post office has closed.
Sunday, there is no mail, no FedEx, no nothing. I consider driving to my target’s house and delivering the weapon by hand. I decide that any target living north of Burlington is better dealt with by the USPS, and prepare the delivery.
Monday, my hat hits the mail. My target is going down. I get a message from my assassin warning me that she overnighted my hat and I’m going to be dead on Tuesday. I prepare real, from scratch, sharp cheddar macaroni and cheese as a last meal.
Tuesday, about 9am, a knock on the door. FedEx. I’m dead!
It’s a very lovely hat though.
February 13th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
I’m glad you like it Abby! Sorry death came so swiftly but mac and cheese was a good choice (my personal fave). I’m still alive, unless there is a hat waiting for me at home…
your assassin,
Katie
February 14th, 2008 at 10:02 pm
you brighten my life, abby. i wish i was half as cool as you, and lived nearby and could play. we should completely hang out this summer.