Resurfacing...

Hi
Well. I went to work today.

That in and of itself shouldn't suprise anyone who knows me. I do that a lot.

But you know what? I'm a different person from the one who left on Tuesday afternoon to drive to Charlotte:

I.AM.A.KNITTER.NOW.

You thought I already was???? HA!

No. I was a knitter.
(I can't figure out how to reduce the font size...if I could, it would be miniscule and quite faint.)

How do I explain what I mean by that?

Do you remember (those of you "of a certain age") when Helen Reddy first sang I am Woman, Hear me Roar? (ok...the rest of you bear with me here)

The first time I heard that song (actually I really saw Helen sing it on TV) - I felt powerful. It was an anthem of sorts, a song of strength. I was actually a member of a consciousness raising group at that time, and I remember how it felt to have that connection with other women, lots of women, different ages, different socio-economic levels, educational levels, colors, creeds. That song can take me back there so fast.

It was "sisterhood."

(Forget the feminist connotations of the song, forget the negativity of the times, please? Just for a bit? Give me a minute to try to make the analogy?)

Being at Stephanie's talk on Tuesday night, spending time with KNITTERS (and knitters, too), women AND men - well, it was empowering. Stephanie talked about wanting to validate us as knitters (since so many folks in this world trivialize what we do...and she's right - oh wow is she right).

Well, my boss - whom I adore, okay? - had a good chuckle when she learned where I was going on my mid-week "vacation." As did my landlady and a lot of other non-knitters. Not many people could understand why on earth I'd go so far, drive the hours we did, into the wee-small hours of the night...for a KNITTING HUMORIST? ("oh, what's that?")

Okay. But you know what? I came back a KNITTER.

And I'll never be the same again.

So what did I do when I got home tonight? Remember this?

It's been in hibernation for a long, long time. There are too many mistakes, as it was a very early lace project. I tried to rip it completely out and ended up with knots all over it.

It's frogged. And since I really love the pattern (but not so much the yarn), I'm going to find another pretty yarn to make it in...

Because?
Thanks to a wonderful batch of terrific, like-minded people on Tuesday?

I AM KNITTER HEAR ME ROAR!!!
Muwahhaaaahhaaaa!!!
(((Hugs)))