On Wednesday night, PumaMom and Sidekick came to my house to 'decorate' the quilt. As a classic-style non-femme lesbian, I was terrified of what could happen when two Synchro coaches attacked my quilt with sequins and rhinestones. After a lovely dinner and a bottle of champagne (how sweet is that!??), we spread the quilt across my living room floor and they pulled out boxes and canisters of sparkly things. eeeeek! But as they started placing the rhinestones and discussing color, shape, size, I calmed. And most shockingly, when the final bits and bobbles were laid in their permanent locations, I actually liked it (!~!~!). Then we glued and glued and glued.
And all day Thursday I sewed bits and bobbles. After two train rides, one MIT SnB and a couple hours of hand-stitching last night, PumaMom came to pick up the -finished- quilt. I considered taking pix, but there was no natural light for the arty (and descriptive) photos I envisioned. But here's the real surprise ...
After she left, I cried.
Those people who know me will be picking themselves up off the floor for a couple minutes which will buy some time to tell you others that I.don't.cry. I just don't do it. At about age 6, I 'trained' myself not to cry because it was a sign of 'weakness.' At age 20, when I decided some therapy could be helpful, I tried to train myself to cry again. For a couple years, I could shed a tear or two, but I'm back to the dry-eyed-dyke of yore.
So I was quite surprised by this crazy emotional response. PumaMom was taking "my" quilt away from me. Forever. Who knew that I was that attached? Not me.
But this morning was the perfect antidote. I slept a little later than usual (ass-crack-of-dawn as opposed to hellish-zombie-ass-crack-of-dawn) so I took a later train. My drowsy clicks on Little Man's socks attracted the attention of a little girl who sat next to me. Her father and two younger sisters had to sit a couple rows back, so perhaps she was thrilled with the freedom. First she stared. Then she reached out and gently touched the Addi cable. Hmm ... a future knitter. So I pulled the earbuds out, turned off Ms. Nano, and chatted with my new 8 year old friend. And within minutes, she had the size 0 needles, MagicLooped Addis, and 1/2 finished sock in her hands. 20 minutes later, she was skillfully throwing sock yarn and knitting teeny stitches. She told me that she likes Hello Kitty and asked if I could knit Hello Kitty socks. Sure, I guess. I told her about 'kid's needles' and thicker yarn and starting with a scarf. She charmed all 8 people sitting near us, to the point where each successful stitch was met with claps and cheers from the herd of commuters. At the end of the trip I gave her my business card. I hope she emails me. If she does, I'll send her a package of needles and yarn. Anyone know where I could find needles with Hello Kitty on the tops?