For those of us following the progress of "When Knitters Rule the World", I now present this experience.
On Sunday, we were sitting in our natural childbirth class - to which I have, of course, worn handknit socks because....well.....because it's what we do, we knitters. We wear our handknits, right? So I'm hanging out in these, and while we're waiting for the teacher to show up I'm reading through the 'homework assignment' (that we had naturally forgotten we were supposed to do), when I realize that a couple of women nearby were chatting quietly about knitting (a conversation, they mentioned later, that had been sparked by the Jaywalkers). It made me smile, but I'm only half-listening because I'm trying to think up something to say when she gets there lest we expose ourselves to this group of dedicated folks what slack-assed parents we're destined to be since we can't even be bothered to remember to make a measly 5-item list when we even have an entire week to work on it, right?
It's all going quite well until one of them says something quite funny, and I involuntarily laugh and totally bust myself for the terrible eavesdropper that I am. Once the cat is out of the bag, I go ahead and look up a little sheepishly and get involved in the conversation, which, it turns out, includes fully half the women in our class. Half. Oh sure, it's a small class of 8 couples, but still. Half the women. I kid you not, there were three other knitters in the class, one of whom has also knit Hourglass. I was mere microseconds from asking that one if she had a blog (because there was conversational evidence that she clearly knew what blogs were), but was saved from further embarrassing the husband by the arrival of our teacher.
Just THINK how great it will be when that is representative of the whole world. When fully half (or more) of the world can again be born into a family of knitters, the world will be a better place, don't you think?
And now? A little catching up in photos:
WeeBeastie's first XC excursion, albeit probably his last naked skiing until he's at least 18. I hope. Please also note that this was the weekend before SPA, so.....what.....a MONTH ago? Yeah. It's bigger now. This jacket doesn't even meet in the middle now, much less zip up. 24-week belly shot coming soon.
Remember those grow-your-own-crystals kits you used to always want to order out of the back of the comic books? Apparently, our front steps are the perfect spot for our own lab experiments. This is what happens to snow melt salts in the right conditions. Look ma! Real science!
I also really, really, really wanted in on Ms. Concateknit's 'Day in the life of' contest (because I have seen the stash, and it is both covet and contest -worthy) but this was as far as I got in the photo-taking.
And then, because even sock yarn can't, apparently, beat the pregnancy-brain-syndrome, I completely forgot, not only to take any more pictures, but that I had even READ that post......until I saw her announcing the winners the other day. 8% less brain, people.....8%. Don't ever let anyone tell you that we don't use ALL of our brains. It's completely untrue.