Tonight I met up with a wonderful friend for a little nosh and some knitting.
In public. I'm always amazed at the attention one gets when any type of
craft is done out in the community.
By the way, this first picture is of her hands. I’ve kind of got a thing for hands and hers are really beautiful. Not in a creepy way though. I don’t keep a container of severed hands in my apartment.
I promise.
In the several hours that we sat and stitched at least two people
commented on our craft. It's nice.
commented on our craft. It's nice.
I think it also speaks to something
about our current culture. We were greeted with nothing but positive interest and admiration. While that pleases me, I also find it a little sad. What does it say about us as a society that something that was once a typical life skill born of necessity is now something reduced to an interesting hobby that impresses random passerby’s at the local eatery?
about our current culture. We were greeted with nothing but positive interest and admiration. While that pleases me, I also find it a little sad. What does it say about us as a society that something that was once a typical life skill born of necessity is now something reduced to an interesting hobby that impresses random passerby’s at the local eatery?
It says, to be quite frank, that I've learned a post apocalyptic life skill that will serve me well after the zombie outbreak. If anybody is interested in joining my survival team, by the way, I'm taking applications.
In exchange for keeping me alive, you will always have a cute knitted hat and scarf. I think that's fair.
Omg! I have a thing for hands too!
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