Posted on March 4, 2005 at 10:59 am
I’m delighted to say that because the Mason Dixon Afghan Sewing Bee is not at my house tomorrow, but down the road at the Morrill Place Inn, that I won’t have to clean up. I can leave my house in the shambles that it usually is and concentrate instead on what to wear. It’s always a difficult decision, when I go to where I know there will be knitters, even if it’s just a yarn store: what should I wear that strikes the right balance between, "I knit this, aren’t I the talented one? and "I am capable of knitting something without stabbing myself."
I admit it: I evaluate an unfamiliar yarn store somewhat on their reaction to my knitwear. If I’m checking out a store for the first time, I want to establish myself as a knitter to be reckoned with. I don’t want to be pointed to the muppet yarn; I want the natural fibers. I pull out the big guns. I wear something with intarsia or gobs of cables. I’m a bit of jerk that way, I guess. Recently, I went to check out a quilting and yarn store in Hamilton, Massachusetts and wore my pride and joy Horse Jacket. (And Hamilton is a "veddy" horsey town, by the way) Not a peep. Practically ignored me altogether. This tends to affect how I feel about the place; it brings out the Diva in me. I harumpf at such yarn stores. Good yarn stores–yarn stores worth returning to–pay me the perfunctory compliment, sometimes after several pleasantries in knitting dialect. They know I speak the language, and we understand each other.
Now, If I’m an old customer, I try to wear something I bought there (although this is sometimes difficult since with my stash, there are whole states worth of yarn stores represented without one finished object between them). I don’t have my picture taken, as is the custom at some lovely stores, because that’s just not my thing. It feels too much like bragging (so why am I all over the internet, you ask? In the words of Uncle Walt: Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes)
When I go to an fiber event, I go for the understated, usually a single colour sweater and/or a pair of socks. We can’t be all swagger and brag when we are among fellow knitters, you know. We are all artists. But I do want everyone else to know that I’m a member of the club. I am there of my own free will and happy checkbook. I was not dragged there by an over-enthusiastic Aunt.
So for tomorrow, what to wear? Hm. Kay knit a sweater just for tomorrow. Should I wear something from the blog? Or should I mine the archives? Maybe it’ll be the old favorite, my black Rowan from Number Eleven. And some socks, the clean pair. And Clapotis, because Cassie’s wearing hers; she promised. And I’ll take PS136 to knit. And the Mermaid. . . and . . . and. . .