Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I'm a weirdo

One of the things I love about having a blog is that it made me realize that there are other people out there like me. Sometimes around here I feel like a freak of nature. You might remember me saying earlier that I always have to be doing something. This might be studying or, more likely, some type of crafting. I always have something to do, whether I'm waiting for Lizzie at school or waiting for Lizzie at skating or waiting for Lizzie at piano. I do a lot of waiting. But I can't imagine just sitting there doing nothing.

This has made me a bit of an oddity at all these events. The other ladies normally just sit and chat while they are waiting. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy this. This is why I don't read anymore when I'm out. I'm too busy chatting along with everyone else. But I still have to keep my hands busy. So I knit or crochet or embroider or something else like that. Everyone is so curious about what I'm doing.

I had a scary moment this summer when I was waiting for Lizzie to finish skating at the leisure centre. Some adolescent boys were slinking around the joint. I was alternately looking at my embroidery and watching Lizzie on the ice. I heard voices coming closer to where I was sitting, but I kept my head down. However, after quick sideways glance, I couldn't deny it any longer. I was surrounded...by a gang of adolescent boys! I did a quick inventory of my purse...could I use my embroidery scissors as a weapon? What about my needle? Car keys? Would I have to surrender Lizzie's concession money? I summoned up my courage and looked up. "What are you doing?", one boy asked. Freaking out, I mumbled, "just sewing". My heart was pounding. What did they want? "That's cool", another boy said. "My grandma does that", said a third. Great. And they sauntered off. My dignity and possessions were intact. But for that 15 second, I thought my life was in danger.

That's sort of how I felt today at skating, when I pulled out these:

I was surrounded by a group of moms. "What are they?" a mom asked. "Napkins", I answered, because they are 1" napkins. There was silence all around.  "Of course" was the reply. I sensed some mental eye-rolling going on. "It's okay, we still love you", comforted one mom. "My grandma does that", said someone else. I blushed and felt a little weird about my love of crafting. A little bit like a strange insect that's crawled out of the woodwork.

I could always stop doing stuff, but I still have the problem of what to do with my hands. Oh why, oh why can't I just sit. 

Because then I wouldn't have time to hem 24 miniature napkins for my Club Little House submission. That's why.

Plus after blogging for a while I realize that there are other ladies like me who really understand why I HAVE to sew these napkins.

Oh, and I decided that I don't like my dark hair any more. I've got to go back to blond.

That's for reading my rant. And understanding.

10 comments:

Jillian said...

Oh wow! Miniature napkins...I've never seen something like that before. It makes sense that they are for your Club Little House!

Your dark hair looks great. Blonde is good too...I'm hoping for some blonde highlights on my next salon visit...I had to put it off the past nine months but now I can have it done! Although the last time I did Dear Hubby told me (while at my 20th high school reunion) that it made me look like I had gray hair. :(

asthmagirl said...

I think even boys are fascinated by crafty folks.
I'm starting to get the urge to crochet again!

I do like your dark hair... but the blond looks better on you!

sassy studio said...

Love the outdoor decor! The bow onteh bunny is sweet. Please tell me the jar arrived in one piece?! Puffy bag still puffy?

Jan said...

I'm weird, too, and blond. Maybe we'll be twins.

sassy studio said...

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MJ said...

Bah! One inch napkins is nothing! Try explaining to someone that you are reading a journal article entitled "The Weaponization of Space" (which discusses international treaties addressing this issue and their challenges). You wanna see blank stares? At least they understand you!

Cottage Contessa said...

Hi sweetie! oh this post made me laugh out loud for I am just the same! I too spend a great deal of my time waiting for my daughter at her activities, so I like to sit and chat and do some sort of handiwork too. Good for you! Have an awesome day!
Amanda (aka Cottage Contessa)

Firefly Hill said...

Like I think I said before, I like the dark hair on you. But then again, I liked the blonde too! They say blondes have more fun...what do you say?

Saucy said...

I'm so glad you are in CLH this round! I'm sort of working away on it, but I need The Secret Weapon in my back pocket to pull off my plan.

Oh, and I like the dark hair, Tina Fey. Why don't you go as Sarah Palin for Halloween and then go back to blonde? I think I'm going as her!

Redblur63 said...

When Miss Baby was in a play a year or so ago, there was a teenage boy (too handsome for his own good, btw) who was fascinated with the fuzzy baby blanket I was knitting. He checked in for regular updates on my progress, and even asked me to show him how I did it. Go figure. But I'm like you as well, I like to have something to work on whenever I'm waiting. It makes the time go faster.