18 posts tagged “knitting”
Then it looks like this:
I have two buttons that I got at Jo-Ann Fabrics last night:
Don't forget, ladies and gentleman, each visit, once per day, to the wonderful, scenic, Fezzik, Greenland increases its glory!
Most days, I would like nothing more than to be as completely friggen awesome as Tom Reagan. I can be rather reserved in social situations. Maybe not actually taciturn, but in any group larger than three people, I am usually more than content to sit on the side, smile and nod. It's part of being socialized to be a white man in late 20th century America.
The trouble is that every now and then, I totally lose it and start to babble like an eight year old schoolgirl. Usually, once an incident like this has passed, I feel inordinately embarrassed and equate myself to the Boss on The Office. (American or British-- the result is basically the same.)
Today, the malabrigo came in to our local yarn store and... well... I lost it.
It was a beautiful friggen day out there, and I didn't need much of an excuse to blow out of the office and soak up some sunshine. I tore down the freeway popped into the shop and proceeded to oooh and ahhh over the new colors with the middle-aged women who don't necessarily have jobs they have to be at.* Eventually, I couldn't settle on a color and decided I ought to come back, so I scurried out of there in order to get back to work.
As I got in the car, I realized how much of a goober I had been, and the embarrassment began to sink in. Suddenly, I thought, "Why be embarrassed?" All I'd done was allow myself to get excited about something in front of other people. And goddamn it, I really am that psyched to get another couple of hats onto the needles. Screw it and what they think of me. I'm a goober and I babble like schoolgirl when I get excited about something. Deal with it.
* Boots often tells me that my speech patterns most strongly resemble those of a 50 year old Jewish woman**, so maybe I fit in.
** Yes, I use yiddish.
It has not, however, solved the problem of wanting to think tangibly or even visually. For a brief moment, I wanted my Legos back. I'm sure they would help alleviate the problem, but I shudder to think what the cats would do with them. Knitting helps in this respect, but lately we've only set aside time for that around once a week.
As luck would have it, though, it is finally cooling off here. And while I'm sure there are still a few more unbearable days left in the year, it also means that as soon as I figure out what to do about all the dust that's collected on our chairs, I should be able to sit outside, away from the aforementioned kitties, and knit at home.
It's just a little more complicated to get the photos into. Actually, not much more. On the other hand, I'd be more tempted to esplain what I did, rather than just saying, "Lookit what I made!"
