Blink!

Well that was knitterly of me.

I met a couple of girlfriends for a couple of hours with the avowed purpose of stashing ourselves somewhere (yes, I am aware of the pun) and knitting together. The trouble was, all the good places to knit had gone. As in shut down, out of business, vamoosed.

It struck a frightening note, working our way through the list and realizing that they were all extinct.

We ended up in a cafe where I often sit with my laptop, working. The people are very nice, and the coffee and tea are excellent, but it's not at all cozy, and one of our number commented, quietly, that she wasn't too impressed with the place.

It's been hard to have a conversation with any stranger that doesn't end in one or the other of you mentioning the economy, and mostly I'm with Bike Snob, who's taken to poking fun at everyone by creating an acronym for it ("ITTET," short for "in these trying economic times"), but there was something chilling about that list.

Anyway. We did knit. I, as the elder statesknitter of the group, got asked for a little advice, which was nice. I usually don't feel all that skilled, knittingwise. Don't worry, I don't need reassurance, and I'm not being modest. This is an honest assessment, and it's not that I couldn't learn to do more - I'm just not that into fancy stitches and stuff.

I knit recreationally. I make things that I or someone I know needs or wants to wear. I have an unusually good eye for color, and I like designing shapes. That's about it, and I'm fine with that. Someday Shan will come visit, and show me how to make a cable, or a sock, or both, and I'll have a big epiphany about it, and you'll have to listen to me jabber at length about how I can't believe I knitted all this time without knowing how to do those things.

It's all good. I like knitting, I really do. It's just not my main passion.

To be exact, I have more than one primary passion, as I was explaining at a party the other night.

It was a pleasant party; there were several people with similarly diverse interests, and I think we were all kinda glad to get to talk about it. In a low-key, non-intense, we're not soulmates, we're just chatting sort of way.

I met a guy I rather liked, but he lives too far away to even consider going on a date with. It was fine. My friend who was throwing the party got cutely drunk, and I gave myself a slight hangover on three glasses of wine, followed by water and food. (I'm a total lightweight; I rarely drink.)

I don't know why I'm telling you this, except that I've been in a very bad state for the last week or two, and I didn't expect this weekend to make any difference, and suddenly it did. I got off my bike today and met my friends and was suddenly bouncy again. Tigger's a wonderful thing, you know, especially when you haven't been him for a while.