Here’s a line I never thought I would write.
I was looking at yarn in a store, wondering just exactly what sock yarn might be. You see, my sister-in-law is a knitter (perhaps knitter extraordinaire–but since she reads this blog and I don’t know if she would appreciate the appellation–perhaps knitter or possibly Knitter would suffice) and a requested birthday gift for her is sock yarn. Since she gives the socks away to other people, I am not sure why this should be considered a gift for her. However, who am I to laugh in the face of a birthday gift suggestion when so many people seem incapable of giving them.
So, as I had written, I was looking at yarn in a store. This wasn’t a yarn store, or craft store, but was in fact an art store. They recently reorganized and put most of the yarn in a place visible through the front window. I have been working above this store for years and had no idea they even sold yarn, let alone needles and patterns.
Since it was an art store, when I asked about sock yarn, I received a bunch of confused looks, stunned silences, and excuses like, “I don’t really know anything about yarn.”
Luckily, another clerk came by and said “Sock yarn. Of course we have that. Here” and pointed at the sock yarn section–well section sounds big, but it really only amounted to ten or so different colours.
None of the colours seemed to rock my world, but I noted the price and silently vowed to do some comparison shopping. There is a local knitting place close to where I live. Maybe this is one of those times I should make good on the promise to shop local.
As you can imagine, none of this really qualifies as Today’s Perfect Moment–maybe Today’s Most Random Moment…
As for Today’s Perfect Moment, that happened a short moment later. I decided to look around the store to see if there was a project I could get myself into. I have a mostly overlooked hobby blog that could probably use some content. I passed the young clerk who knew her yarn and she asked me if she could help me find anything else. I thanked her for her help with the yarn debacle….fiasco…dilemma (which word is best?) and we started talking about some building project for me (I have already secretly settled on robots, but that’s a story for another day) and I asked her if she did art. It turns out that she created independent comics.
We had a nice discussion that demonstrated just how out of touch I am with that whole scene–not that I was ever really in touch with it. She mentioned conventions and some kind of digital printing process that was akin to silkscreen printing….I understood enough to know that I don’t really understand.
What struck me the most was how well spoken, confident, and enthusiastic she was. Perhaps, because I work with people whose first language is not English, I don’t interact with people who can articulate what they do so well, or they are so focused on getting the English correct that they cannot also include the emotional element to it.