The Knitted Convenience

By eleven am the "Von Trough Family" were arriving.

Kath E. Tarr gave out Yellow ID tags, though it wasn't hard to spot us.
Purl Harder helped with her cousin, Uri Nall.

Al Pakka was plumber in charge of all things underground.

Phil Mc Cracken and Captain Von Trough were in charge of security

and making sure no one fell in hole.

I spent a quiet moment by the toilet, taking stock of the day to come
while the rest scratched their collective chins
and hummed a few bars of Do Re Mi.

There were last minute wardrobe checks.

Pia Von Trough insisted on yellow booties.

Clarrice oversaw the events and completed her bit for the convenience.

Then Captain Von Trough shouted, "All hands on deck!"
And the stitching began in earnest.
Kathe E Tarr was in charge of a column,

It was a swarm of activity with Phil, Captain and Jess busy
making sure everyone was safe.

Purl was a gem.

Jess even stitched a bit, but her skills really lie elsewhere.

While security was on a beer break, naughty Ms Incontinata
straddled the walls to get at a particularly
high piece and got stuck.

Before long the top looked naked, so
David leapt up in his swarthy, manly way.
There definitely was something
for everyone to look at.

The centre structure stitching was a bit like knit twister.
Three lined the scaffold while others leant
over railing handing over scissors, threading
needles, cheering, filming and eating.

Geraldine arrived all the way from Brisbane with this
masterpiece in her hand; tiny knitted condoms
in pockets - just the thing for a toilet.

We stitched and stitched, it was getting cold.

By 4pm we were losing light, our hands were cold
and it was a sprint to the end. The Oxford Hotel shouted us a round
and switched on the deck heaters, luring us west.
Somewhere a beer was calling my name.

To the strains of "Climb Every Mountain" the Von Trough Family
adorned the convenience with it's final jewel; a giant yellow plug
sent from Ms. Disordered. One of the first blog friends
that arrived to read my rantings and who sends me
the best stuff.

It was done.

This stunt would never have been pulled off without
my mates. The Von Troughs bailed me out when it was clear
the word was not getting out in time
to the rest of the world.
My Mum will be 81 next week has a very special place here.
She knitted each of the column tops
and many other bits besides.

I am going for a beer before I get mushy
and will leave you with some flickr moments.