And Mom said I'd never meet men through knitting...
Yesterday, I was knitting while sitting on the steps of an office building for the Art Institute and the School of the Art Institute when a man with a remarkable number of facial piercings came down the stairs, stopped dead in his tracks and stood over me for a long time. Then he finally said something:
"Are you knitting with paper clips?"
"No, they're stitch markers. They let me know when I should be starting another lace repeat."
"You know you can buy a punchcard for a knitting machine, right?...I hate handwork. Machines good, people bad." And with that, he walked out the door.
"Are you knitting with paper clips?"
"No, they're stitch markers. They let me know when I should be starting another lace repeat."
"You know you can buy a punchcard for a knitting machine, right?...I hate handwork. Machines good, people bad." And with that, he walked out the door.