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.