I went to sign in with the receptionist at the doctor’s today, and a woman was sitting knitting. Bright pink, lacy, large… “A baby blanket?” I asked her. “Yes!” she exclaimed in delight. We talked knitting a moment, and I asked her if she’d been at Stitches the past weekend. Yes, and it was her first: talk about overload. She said that after they’d walked through all the aisles once, then it felt somehow manageable, and she could actually look at the yarns and things in the booths. But there was Just. So. Much. There.
How well I know that feeling.
And she was a fellow Lisa Souza enthusiast. How cool is that!
Then I signed in, her husband came out, she left, I sat down where she’d been, pulled out my red cashmere and silk, and another woman muttered, “Another knitter!”
If I had had a small finished project on hand, I might well have handed it to her on the spot to try to recruit her. We’re taking over the world, she might as well accept it happily.