We went to Southeast Boston yesterday to a birthday party of our friends nephew. Because I didn't know many people I brought along my one knitting project that's been unpacked - the leg warmers. In the beginning of the party I made conversation, met some new and interesting speaking people (I myself am from chicago, where we pronounce every letter....harshly), then as always I wanted to have some time to just be and not mingle so I got out my knitting. Soon the table I was at was surrounded with my friend's family. They started to play a card game then sitting to my left was a guy (Zack) who asked what I was making and started joking about wanting a pair (read "payah") and asked his friend Charlie (read "Chahlee") to get out his wallet.
Soon it was impossible to knit because I was laughing so hard at both the card game and the jokes that were being made at my knitting. I know that knitting is something that is stereo-typically done by white hair grannies who are making doilies to cover the back of their couches (and god help me if I ever have one of those in my house...unless it's black...or metallic that could be pretty cool). But come on people this is a new day and ago, they have a "Knit Your Own Royal Family" book for goodness sake. This isn't your granny's knitting I'm doing here.
That's the cool thing about fiber working, the possibilities are endless and the product is almost always timeless, sure color fads change - thank god we're not in the 70's anymore those oranges and browns were harsh - but the end result is always something lovely that with any luck is treasured (and used!) for years.
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