Thursday, March 17, 2011
I bought more yarn. It has gotten so bad, I couldn't tell you how much I bought. Instead of eating my weight in food this month, I think I've bought my weight in yarn.
SOOO! This morning I had three different interactions with three different men, all at the same place. The place in Maysville/Aberdeen that I go every year.
The first was a man, who had a full beard and I had handed him a personal pump (air monitoring) to hook on his belt. He was having trouble so I said, "I can help, if you want me to.". His buddy says, "Yeah, man, she'll help you. Ya, dumbass, you are holding it upside down!". The guy refused my help, so I let him figure it out. Then his buddy says, "HOO HOO! No wonder you didn't want her to help you. She would have seen you're wearing Charlie brown underwear.". Two things, 1. I wouldn't have seen it because I wouldn't have looked. 2. Why the hell was his underwear showing?! Did you know a man wearing Charlie Brown underwear will blush bright red that even a full beard can't hide?
Second, was a man who saw me knitting with the pretty purple hand dye from last week. He handed me $20 and said, "I'd like you to make me a dress for my granddaughter.". I've never met the man before today, but I'm gonna make him a pretty baby jumper for his granddaughter. I LOVE the honesty and down-home-ness the area in Adams County breeds into its populace. Good people.
Third, was a man I met last October. He's a crocheter. He popped in to see me and we chatted. I couldn't tell you his name, but I know his face. Honest to God, crafting connects all people, young, old, male and female we are all drawn like moths to flame when yarn and needles come out. I LOVE it.
And my hometown has a yarn shop. I JUST discovered this today. It is a village, for heaven's sake! I should have scoped it out long before now. They also have weekly Thursday night knit-ins. Typically, I shy away from meeting people. Hello, Internet. But I'm going to bite the bullet and actually meet some knitters, crocheters and weavers in my hometown. In person. Help me Rhonda, I'm nervous.