Nov 17, 2005 01:06
I went back to the store today, determined to return my yarn and needles and books and give the perky lying salesgirl a piece of my mind. I was going to take Cathy's suggestion and try my hand at crocheting.
The lying perky girl wasn't there. A woman who looked disturbingly like an older version of Sam's mother was instead. She took one look at me and my tangle of yarn and sat me down for an hour and a half until I'd produced about five or six inches of a scarf. She also had more to say about yarn than I knew there was to say about yarn.
I'm going back next week to show her what I've done and to talk about what my next project will be. She sent me home with the softest yarn I've ever touched in this beautiful pale yellow and instructions to think about what I want to do with it. It's like I have my own personal yarn and knitting guru. Unlike the lying girl, she hasn't made any promises about what I will or won't be able to do and when, but I'm comfortable enough with what I'm doing right now that I can do it when she's not talking me through it, so this is an improvement.
Suddenly, it seems a lot more possible that I'll actually accomplish something. And if nothing else, it gave me something to do this afternoon while I was watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Don't laugh, there was nothing else on.