Thursday, February 23, 2017
I Like My Hair
Knitting was a solitary pursuit for many decades of my life. From 2010 to 2015, it became a big part of my social life. After I left the store, it has become mostly solitary again. Friends that were common chose a side. The store mostly won. Remaining friends have to keep their association with me on the down low. I saw some at the party. I was happy to see D, who reads this blog. Hi again. When I was leaving, I ran right into someone else who has devolved into a Facebook friend only. He did not want to engage with me. Awkward. I missed the part of the party that was really good. I shouldn't have. And the person in question never entered the apartment, just stayed on the stairs. Perhaps she was afraid to run into me? I hope so. I didn't go to Yarn Con last year because I didn't want to run into her, but why should I hide? I didn't do anything wrong.
I'm always irritated when people categorize knitters as being kind and generous. A person can be deceptive, treacherous, bigoted, manipulative, narcissistic, and still knit. Ask me how I know. Fuck you, L. I'm going to Yarn Con this year. You can hide from me.
Oh. The photo. It's from The Magic Flute at the Lyric Opera of Chicago. The sweater on the character in the center was knit by me. Other than losing friends and perhaps my reputation in the in the needle arts industry, my life has gotten lots better since my departure from the store.