I guess there is a cold front floating around. For Montana, this means it’s been below 15 for a week. (By the way, don’t complain about the cold in Montana; you will be seen as a wimp for the rest of your life. You could be Macgyver but if you get a chill… Make a coat out of paper clips and nail polish before you complain.)
When I get cold, I knit. I don’t knit well, I just knit. I’ve made one sweater. I put it on and people laughed. I guess I can gain 40 lbs and still wear it.
I like scarves. They are long rectangles. There is nothing tricky. I have a lot of scarves.
But I’ve been wanting some matching hats. Hats are tricky. The actual knitting isn’t, but the sizing is. I made one hat that I love but supposedly it’s a bit large as well. I’ve been asked if I sell pot while wearing it. (I request a medical card before I answer. So far no one has had one.)
I stop knitting when it gets above 30. No matter where I am in a project. When you stop a project for 6 months, it can be difficult to pick it up again. I usually end up with a gap in the tension. Luckily that’s why there are decorative buttons.
I just pulled out my knitting again. I have no idea what I was planning to make with the yarn I own. It’s beautiful yarn but I have no idea why I have 2 skeins of red and one of orange. And did I plan on wearing those together?
Would it be wrong to call the store I bought them from in January and see if the owner remembers me and the skeins I bought and why I bought them? If she was a really good shop owner, shouldn’t she remember every single customer she has for, let’s say, a two year period?
This is why I never want to own a store. It’s too much pressure.
I have tried very hard to become eccentric. It can be very difficult when you are married to a dentist, live in the suburbs, drive a, oh the horror, minivan, and have three young children. My children think I am exotic if I get a salad at McDonald’s but I would like to be a bit more unique.
So I was feeling so eccentric on Tuesday when I drove to Ennis for a skein of yarn. Ennis is an hour and a half from my house. I got up and went. It was very exciting. Until I talked to a couple friends and realized that because we live in Montana, this isn’t very eccentric. We don’t have many stores in Helena so a lot of people go to Missoula to shop. People know what street a store is on. They know what is around this store. It is amazing. I barely know where Target is and I live two blocks from it.
To top it all off, I was driving all this way for YARN. How domestic and boring is that? I can’t even come up with something eccentric to buy. We tried to go to a butcher while there and that could have been a little eccentric. If we bought a lot of jerky. But they were closed for a wedding. Stupid domestic bliss.
But then I thought of the conversation I had with the proprietor of the yarn shop. She was from Germany, had moved to LA and become a screenplay editor, had a falling out with a screenplay writer, followed The Horse Whisperer to Montana, and fell in love. I spoke to her about writing and then I spoke a little German with her. She told me I could call her and talk with her in German occasionally to get my language back. I need to speak more German to strangers. Especially the ones who actually speak German.
I decided that the conversation in the yarn shop was on the side of eccentric. I am going to keep trying, though. I will find ways to be eccentric. Without using a lot of cats.