I did not know how this was going to go. I guess I was a little nervous about it.
Yesterday I met a fellow knitting blogger and, it turns out, an absolutely delightful person, Holly, visiting from Germany; as I walked into Coupa Cafe, a short distance from her hotel room, a woman stopped me and admired my Peace shawl, reaching out and fondling the bottom of it a little and asking if I’d made it.
“I designed it,” I smiled, searching her face, thinking, No, you don’t look the least like that tiny thumbnail photo I saw.
She didn’t seem to want to go further, so I thought, well, that answers that question, and excused myself and continued on past the patio and inside and ordered my hot chocolate. And saw my old friend Glenn. Glenn!
Alison! How ya doin’! Let me introduce you to my colleague!
The red Peace shawl shown here? I made it for his wife Johnna. (Her computer was down that week.)
When there was a break in the conversation, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder: “Are you Alison?”
Which is just what Holly and I did. There was such a warmth in her face as she asked me if I were me that I felt instantly, Oh, good!, and she probably did, too.
And it just got better from there. We swapped stories for hours, and she’d brought me sock yarns from Germany in a bag from the conference she and her husband were here for; I, having had no idea what she might like, came unprepared, a thought she completely waved away with a smile.
They will be moving back to the Bay Area in a few years. I, for one, can’t wait.