Thursday, January 5, 2012

Two Pit Bulls and some Pergo

So, tonight, I did something I haven't been able to do since I've been back in Chicago...I went to a Thursday-night knitting group.

The yarn store is's called the Woolly Lamb Yarn Studio, and it's owned by this fabulous woman named Bridgette.  She carries a lot of Berroco and Bergere de France, so I can pretty much find anything in any weight I would like.  She was also showing Lady GaGa's "Bad Romance" video to one of the ladies as I was leaving...perfect. 

The knitting was fine as well...I've been working on this purple scarf all day, the pattern is mathematically-correct, and it's knitting up nicely. will block nicely anyway...the yarn is merino wool and silk, so it will probably come out heavenly if I do it right.  I'll probably need a third skein of the yarn, though, and I purchased it in Katy.  A phone call may be heading that way.

Anyway, I realized something.  My stepmom and I have talked about this in the I am, 36 years old (I'll be 36 1/2 next Thursday, of course), and I'm in the city where I always come back and end up.  I have a solid network here already, I have roots, favorite places, rituals, and all that stuff.  Yet here I am, walking into a room with probably eighteen women who have known each other for ages, and I feel slightly intimidated because I have no guarantees that these people will have any desire to get to know me.  The bottom line is, I'm no more interesting than the person next to me, and it is VERY difficult to make friends as you get older.

The good news is that the person next to me is someone I almost find very interesting.

So the yarn store is set up where there are three main places to sit, and I met two sisters and one of their cousins:  Noreen, Mary Pat, and Kelly.  I probably should have brought a garter-stitch project so I could do more talking and listening, but c'est la was still a very nice chat, and I hope to run into these women at a future date.

I actually spent the first half of my day at Knot Just Knits in Oak Park, hanging out with Sue and Katie and just laughing my tooshie off for a few hours.  I think these women are easier to get to know, not because of who they are, but because the crowd is smaller.  Open Knit Night is a heck of a way to meet people, but there is a sort of underlying fear that there will be one clique and you won't belong in it.  I did not experience that at all, thank goodness.

For the past two days, I have accomplished more than I have the previous three weeks I've been home.  I feel a turning tide, in a good way.  As much as I still miss my women in Katy, I feel hope that I'll have new women here to miss the next time I up and get married and move to a different state (this doesn't figure to happen in the near future, since Bert seems to be in good health and doesn't appear to want to secretly pack up his stuff and leave, but you can never be too prepared for spontaneity).

At least I will always have a piece of Katy with me throughout this is Teeny Jesus swimming in the coffee creamers at 7-Eleven.  I mentioned it was his maiden voyage, but of course Alex pointed out that since he's all-knowing and all-present, it wasn't his first 7-Eleven coffee:

To follow the Teeny Jesus Photo Gallery day-by-day, you're welcome to friend-request me on profile picture is me wearing a white headband.  I am posting a new Teeny Jesus photo a day there, and I'll take your word for it that this is why you want to be friends with me...ha ha ha.

Also, to follow the knitting endeavors, search for The Fiber Friend and "like" the page...that photo is me in Mary's Anti-Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell rainbow hat, made with Kauni.  I'd love to hear from you.

If we are "actual" friends, then thank you for being with me through my life.  Much appreciated!

1 comment:

  1. I totally missed T.J. in the coffee creamer. Let me go find my glasses.