Oh, Purl, not another idiotic wild goose chase.........

 

      Many years ago, Pearl Wollentrotter took the opportunity offered by a local department store and learned to  knit.  Little did the store know that they had created a monster.  Once Pearl got the hang of  it, she couldn’t think about anything but knitting.  It became an obsession.  It didn’t matter what she knitted, it just seemed to be the process which intrigued her and gave her great hope  there might be a place in society where all she would ever need to do would be to sit and knit  surrounded by heaps of fiber waiting to become the object of Pearl’s latest enjoyment.

       Pearl, several years ago,  decided on a legal name change to Purl (much more suited to someone whose life was devoted to two simple stitches, decided to knit a sweater for her current admirer who she was very sure was about to pop the question of marriage.  Well, sadly, the romance ended, and the potential husband disappeared along with his lovely knitted acrylic sweater.   You know what they say, make sure the ring is on the finger before you knit the boyfriend a sweater.  Well, Purl decided to try again, but sadly another sweater knitted, another potential husband disappeared, another heap of acrylic with him.  Now, the years were passing by; and by the time Purl was in her 50’s, she had still not snagged a perfect match after many, many unsuccessful attempts.   Actually, she had been trying to snag a rich man who would provide her with the yarn she needed to keep up her addiction at the same time alleviating the problem of having to frequent

  the local thrift shops for her supplies.

     One day recently, Purl discovered The Last Chance Railway and decided to take a ride to see where it would take her.  Well, we all know where she has ended up--dumped off the train just on the outskirts of the Happy Times Trailer Park--no paid ticket; and  after she picked herself up and became untangled from the mass of yarn that came flying out of her suitcase, a light bulb went on in her simple mind.  The ideas and aspirations that were occurring at break-neck speed were phenomenal.  Did she really believe what she was able to see across the field--a lovely trailer park, complete with a red light district???  No, it’s not what you think.  Purl has just had an epiphany--she is thrilled beyond belief to think about the knitting possibilities for the red light district--tassels, and pasties, willie warmers and other naughty  stuff that should certainly keep her busy for the rest of her life.  And, she sees the great benefit of knowing that

  whatever she knits for the “RLD” will be someone elses problem and not another disappointing personal failure in her attempts at finding a male benefactor.  Purl has never before considered knitting for profit, and  she’s not sure how any of this might work out.

       So, here’s Purl--fresh off the train--sitting in a heap of raw materials--wondering how quickly she can get over the fence (and the tracks) over to the red light district to see who’s who and what’s what.  After all, life in the red light district might not be too bad.  Of course, she’s not sure how the trailer park is going to view her lack of income (0). There is always the Bingo Parlor and the Diner or the Junk Yard for employment possibilities.  And, it’s always possible that she might find out that she’s  related to someone in the trailer park who might just  enable her to keep her addiction going.  Poor Purl; where will this all lead?