At some point in high school, I decided shame was a rather unnecessary component of my life. Since then, I’ve had none. Also, not so much in the dignity department. Growing up, I embarassed easily and turned bright red at the drop of a hat. No more. I don’t care what you think.
This way to living life has most definitely led to plenty of should-have-been-embarassing moments. Oh well. It’s also led to some good, fun ones. Mostly lately it’s just led to me knitting in inappropriate places (yeah, like anyone actually thought there was going to be a scandalous story to come).
And I’ve found that, despite the Boy’s embarassment, most people are utterly fine with my knitting in strange places. One woman in the waiting room at the doctor’s office even went so far as to give me some very forceful unsolicited and erroneous advice. Other people have given me helpful tips. Often people feel the need to touch my knitting, not unlike a pregnant belly (and I am equally offended, it’s true). Many women have knitting stories of their own or comment on how they really should take up knitting again. It’s all very happy and bonding and hell, even my little brother is ok with me knitting in the bar with him, and you know how embarassing older sisters can be to little brothers.
However, last night I came to a realization about knitting in the bar. I was perched at the bar in my neighborhood sushi restaurant having a beer and knitting away on my kitty pi while I waited for my takeout. No big deal, right? Um, until enter the knitting camraderie, wherein everyone must touch the knitting and discuss the knitting and I must admit that not only am I knitting in the bar, I am knitting for my cat in the bar.
Nothing says quirky and creative like knitting. Nothing says full-on crazy and pathetic and one-way ticket to spinster like knitting for your cat whilst drinking alone in public.
Also, did I mention I went out and bought medicine for my fish? Yeah, thankfully I didn’t bring that up last night. Dying alone, dying alone….
hee! you knitted for your cat in a bar. that’s awesome.
so far, I have only been able to knit in public while waiting for friends at the airport. I’m too afraid that I will get unsolicited (although considering my skill level, probably needed) advice and then I will die because I will be a sucky knitter.
so - good on you for not having shame. I gave up most of my shame, except for quirky things that cause major embarrassment that are just weird. Things that even teenagers going through the awkward stage probably wouldn’t think twice about. but, that is part of my charm.
This whole post was so fabulous, I couldn’t stop giggling. Knitting! In a bar! For a Cat! And then there was a medicated Fish! This girl is my kind of fun…
I know, can you believe the nerve of those guys? They must have been slightly mentally retarded. At least it’s good for a laugh. You are a darling and I love this post. I never had much luck in the fish department so I got a dog, and it’s a lot easier to have an animal who tells you what they want. It made me smile to hear of another person who believes in living without embarassment/regret/etc! Cheers!