Confessions of an underage knitter

Okay no pictures today guys (although now that my scarf yarn is here I will get that post done for Jamie

I am not a child. In fact in a few short months I will be 28 and while I am not quite ready for the retirement home I am still NOT A CHILD. For the most part I tend to play well with others and am a polite person in public. So, how does this flagrant self-promotion fit into a post..... Let me tell you.

Today was an incredibly boring day spent in the public records office copying birth records. After completing my task I promised myself a side trip to my LYS. I pull up and bound in the door. First I stop to pet the Addi's (Addi's are a high maintenance needle they need lots of love) before moving on the the wool/alpacas for the petting and sniffing. While staring at the needles the proprietor comes up and asks me if I need help. I smile and say nope as a grab a cable needle from the wall (I am always loosing my cable needle). Another lady approaches the wall I move over and look for a size 10.5 circular, she looks at the Brittany straight cable holders and comments that her mother loves these. I laugh and say that I am far to clumsy to use them.... that I need a good hook or else my stitches are lost forever (slight dramatization done for comedic effect). The lady sitting at the table behind me knitting laughs and says "well maybe when you are a more experienced knitter like me you will be able to use them."

At this point I am intrigued. I have a friend who remarks that she hates it when people ask her what project she is working on and I think the feeling is very much the same visceral reaction I have to someone assuming that I am a novice because my hair is in a ponytail. I sit down and ask her how long she has been knitting. The answer: over ten years. So now I am angry. Yep, been there done that....... preffered crocheting when younger however as it was easier to manage in a car.
I didn't argue or fuss, rather I complimented her on her sweater and got up from the table. She then proceeded to tell me it was Alpaca and that some day when I was older I would be able to afford to work with luxury yarns and natural fibers. I excused myself and quickly left to pay. However, while in line I heard her raz the proprietor (who quietly confessed that she also needs a good hook) about her yarn selection.

There is no moral to this story. However, this happens to me relatively frequently. It is as if upon meeting me knitters must "put me through the paces" like a horse.

For those who know me you know that there must be an upside to this story and here it is. I met a person who knits for the preemie project. Her name was Catherine and she was nice and lovely! We talked hawkeye hats!!!!!!! Say it with me now people GO HAWKS!