Overheard the other day in the Yarn store (and otherwhere)
Karina drapes all 16" of John's wader
sock up her calf, and strokes the tiny stitches. "This," she states, "Is a
labor of
love."
Yes,
yes it
is.
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“Jill’s
being a bad
influence!”
“What,
is she selling yarn
again?”
“Yeah,
Jacqui – I think you need to give her a
job.”
Hah.
It’s not selling, people. It’s
enabling.
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After
my lace knitting class, I am sitting at the sushi counter, knitting John’s
sock that won’t end and waiting to get our takeout lunch. Next to
me, the young (20-ish) woman sitting at the sushi bar with her dad answers her
cell phone. Her dad immediately launches into voluble
disapproval.
“Oh, no – we’re not going
to have Mike or Ike or Bill or Joe. This is our time. Young
lady,” (he means me) “what would you suggest for someone just trying
sushi?”
I
run down a list of the standard favorites: tuna, salmon, yellowtail, eel,
shrimp. The phone rings again. It’s apparently the
girl’s
mom.
“Oh,
no – tell Mommy it’s Daddy’s day.” Then to me,
“Are you timing yourself?” I then have to explain the
importance of a kacha row counter in the proper construction of a sock’s
heel flap. I get the enjoyment of watching the daughter, the putative
inductee to the joys of sushi, try to teach her dad to hold chopsticks
properly. This is less than successful, and the sushi waitress brings a
“training wheels” pair, with the top end bound with an elastic band,
the wrapper rolled just beneath the band to create a fulcrum.
Ingenious.
Posted: Wednesday - May 03, 2006 at 08:54 PM
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