So I got a call on Friday, at work, saying that my car wouldn’t be ready Saturday, as promised. They got it back from the transmission people, were doing an oil change and noticed a transmission leak. So it’s back to the transmission people, and won’t be ready till Monday at the earliest. I have to be at work, almost 2 hours away at 8:30 Monday morning. And then on Thursday, after work I have to get back here for a flight home for a friend’s wedding. Why couldn’t they have just fixed my car right the first time? why?
So my plan to go to Make 1 Yarns was foiled, I thought. But then I was downtown after having lunch with my boyfriend, and realised that since we were going to look at apartments down there when he was done his First Aid course, I had 4 hours to kill, and my knitting (Amazing Lace project!) in my bag! I could walk to the yarn store!
First I got myself completely confused, because I’d only ever been there by car, and I had been driving my memory and instinct. Then I figured it out, slowly and with much handwaving to myself. Then I started walking. Did you know that pedestrians can’t go where cars go? Completely different route when you’re around freeways. But I made it, in the boiling sun. I met some sketchy people on the side of the bridge, and sketchier people under the bridge. Made it to the lovely yarn store full of air-conditioned goodness.
There was a spindle workshop going on, which made me kick myself for not checking the newsletter when I found out I would be amusing myself during the day. But I browsed the lovely sale yarn, refrained from buying many sweaters’ worth of cheap yarn. I did break down and buy three skeins of Crystal Palace Cotton Chenille, but they’re for washcloths! Useful things! And 40% off!
There was also a table full of ladies knitting and chatting away. What I wanted to do most after my long, hot walk was to sit down and knit. But I was too intimidated. They were chatting away, all the seats were taken, if not by people, by their purses. I’m sure they were all lovely, kind ladies, but the thought of going up to a table of people who are already chatting away and actually asking one of them to make room for me when I know NO ONE is quite possibly the scariest thing ever. So I wandered and stared at stuff I’d stared at before, flipped through books I didn’t have the money to buy and tried to find an opening where I could mention that I had a backpack full of knitting to be knitted. Nope. Couldn’t do it. Much to painfully shy.
When I’m working in a store, I have no problems going up to random people to ask if they need help. But to go up to random people when I’m not being paid to do it? Not so much.
So in the end I wandered back, met more sketchy people in this random grassy area I thought looked nice to walk through. Got back downtown and sat in the bookstore and read Mason-Dixon knitting.
I want to write a knitting book. Too bad I’m only at that middling level of it, and have nothing really to say that hasn’t been said before.