knit@love

So, here's the deal. I hate "joiner" things...I don't like to play games, I loathe group trust enrichment seminar's (which I've had to do for work -- blech) and was the jerk in the back of the room that wouldn't close my eyes and envision peace and my perfect day...I just don't want to and I'll even engage in behavior that will force me to be unable to participate (for my pride and the protection of others, I won't elaborate). Still, the older I get the more I think that maybe it is a case of, "the lady doth protest a bit too much", or Aesop's Sour Grapes. Mainly because while I'm scoffing at these things in my head, I'm thinking about what everyone would be doing and there's usually laughter in those thoughts. So, I mean, if everyone is having fun, it can't be that bad right? Maybe that's why I like knitting so much. The fiber arts as a whole are something that you have to do yourself but by doing so, you've become a member of something whose brotherhood is immediately recognizable and bonding. Like, if I see someone knitting in public, I feel comfortable plopping down next to them and chatting with them about what they're doing, (after an ice breaking non-verbal show and tell i.e. I flash them my knitting :) confidant that I speak their language and will be instantly accepted as a member of the fiber community. So not what I would do if I saw someone reading an Edgar Allen Poe book or the latest copy of Educational Leadership. Anyway, it also may explain why, when Tina of BMFA fame, posted in the blog that she needed knitters to work on the blankets that are being knitted for the homeless, my fingers flew to respond in the affirmative so fast that I was afraid I had violated the time space continuum somehow (never mind that my email was returned to me as "banned user"!!! Who? Me? I've never even jaywalked! What!?!?!!!) I hadn't heard back and it had been awhile, so I assumed that I hadn't been fast enough and she had gotten as many knitters as she needed...when...I got this.

Y'all, I'm not ashamed to admit that just for a second I thought it was the sock club shipment and I peed my pants a little because the box was so big...

Also not ashamed to admit that just for a second I had to squelch the urge to take that box and run giggling maniacally to the back room and hide all...that...yarn!!!!

I resisted :)

Included was a lovely note, a pack of cards and a mascot.

So, in honor of my new quasi-joiner status, I want to chronicle the blanket project...can you guys help me think of a name?