Dear Everyone Who Was Sitting Around at Rosie’s Knit Night Last Night,
I believe I owe you an apology. Especially since I’m pretty sure a few of you who were there read this blog, and I read yours. That sort of exchange is very nice, and I value it, and next time I see you in person, I swear I’ll actually speak to you. Really, I promise.
When I called Rosie’s yesterday to find out how late the store was open, the lovely person who picked up the phone said, “Actually, 8 pm!” Deep in the throws of finals as I am, I did not put two and two together and realize that they were open ’till 8 for the knitting group.
So, when I ran in to Rosie’s around 7, all hot and sweaty from running a million errands and thinking only about my essay on Diasporic South Asian Women Artists (which I have yet to write a page of)- I was completely shocked to see a room full of smiling, busy knitters. So, what did I do? My Awkward-Artist-Instinct kicked in and I turned red, avoided eye contact, ran to the Noro, picked out a skein in record time, and stood aimlessly by the cash register until someone kindly checked me out.
It’s all a blur. So blurry, I don’t remember who checked me out. I was so embarrassed. SO embarrassed. Nice people smiled. I hope I smiled back.
So, if any of you who read this blog were there, I am sorry. And now you know that I was the sweaty, dazed girl in the grey dress. And if you could tell me who you were, that would be cool, because, you know, then I’d say hi to you rather than run away. Seriously, what knitter in their right mind is afraid of other knitters? I can only blame my behavior on finals, and hope you understand.
P.S.: This is what I was buying the Noro for:
It is going to be a blanket. And it is currently the only thing keeping me sane.