Yes, I was terrified…..sort of. It was the first time I have ever met someone who reads my blog in person. She lives in town and wanted to know if I would like to meet for coffee and knit.
Now, many of you know I’ve been trying my best to shake my agoraphobia off (little by little) and felt this was a great way to really look fear in the eye and tackle another boundary that keeps me from seeing more and more of you in YOUR city.
I have always dreamed of being able to go on tour, sign books, knit at a cafe (or bar, whatever) and spend time with you. All of us just proving that the differences between us, however vast, can be bridged with the simple cast on of a shared pattern with a new skein we’re all going gaga over.
So, I thought if I could start with at least one person, test the waters, I could actually progress a little more. We decided to meet at a little deli just up the street. Oh, you should have seen my jittery knees knocking a good hour before then. I hesitate to say this, but in some sort of truthful cuteness, I splashed just a dash of Old Spice on to smell nice.
Oh, come on. Don’t giggle too long on that. I wanted to make a nice impression. She appreciates my work and wanted nothing more than to meet and knit with me. So, I wanted to present myself nicely, thank you.
Upset with myself that I had not decided to do laundry sooner, I walked out of the house in my pencil thin jeans half wet, the other half dampened by the Florida humidity. I crossed the street, turned the corner, not even knowing what she looked like….but, found her right away. She was sitting outside, enjoying a coffee, knitting with lace…..
I grinned, sort of peeked my way over, big eyes under ball cap, gave a dorky wave and said, “Hi!”
She piped in with her own smiley answer, “Gregory….”
I sat, put down my rucksack, got comfortable with my cappuccino and the first words out of her mouth? “Did you bring your knitting?”
I whipped out one of the teddy bears I’m working on, began stitching quickly to prove my moniker. She said, as many delicious knitters would, “Ah! You do continental!”
And from that moment the afternoon was a complete delight. We shared similar experiences, laughed at incidentals, and found a place to knit in the middle of broad day light, for everyone to see.
I noticed at one point neither of us didn’t knit very much. We were engaged with the conversation, and in order to listen, and not think too much about patterns and appropriate stitches, we placed our needles in our laps, leaned in and listened.
I am so glad that I took the opportunity to meet her. And I hope we get the chance to do it again.
Now, she is a private person, and when asked if I could take a photo of us together, she politely refused and asked to remain to some degree, anonymous. I certainly understand. But, she did allow me to take this delightful photo of our knitting bags; my knitting rucksack aside her embroidered tote. Each making their own statement.
I am so glad I did this.
I’m looking forward to knitting with new friends.
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