oh no you didn't

Maybe this has happened to you. Every once in a while, ok, every chance you get, you go SHOPPING. Quite possibly, it is one of human being's most favorite pursuits. Since we left the cave, we've left the gathering to someone else but the Hunt remains ours as strong in pursuit today as any ancient chasing down game in the Stone Age.

I am Knitter. Hear me Roar!

Never more evident this primeval phenomenon than that which occurs at a Fiber Fest. Many of us have attended these Carnivals of the Senses and you've witnessed the fever, the energy, the Drive! Perhaps you saw me rushing the Koigu Booth in Maryland 2004.

Or. Maybe you witnessed me, and hundreds of other frenetic souls surging as one mighty jellyfish of lust towards the Socks That Rock booth, Stitches Midwest 2006.

What a Feeling!

Just as you go all the way up (you've spied your intended Target) then a hand, not yours, maybe two, zoom in and WHOOSH! All Gone. Way down. Goes your dopamine and it's replaced sometimes by something else. Despair. Disappointment.

And in my case, a mental mine field of F*adjectives (and nouns), not spoken, but delivered rapid-fire-style in some kind of brain boil that eventually has to SIMMER DOWN because the intended recipient is Your Friend.

HA. Your friend, who has the same great taste you do and, but of course, just might be drawn, nay, magnetized to the same things you are.

Stephenson County Fiber Art Fair, 2004. The booth belonging to the Fold. Socks That Rock just climbing the crest of Love in the Midwest. I saw something I had to have. I had no idea of STR or squat - it was good - it was mine. And it landed in the hand of someone else.

Little did she know, having lunch afterwards with more friends, it was, "Pass the salt please (mental note: B*tch)?" as we enjoyed our meal. Yea. I. Am. A Sore. Loser. Even with my own score of a skein of STR Garnet Dream. But by the time I got back to Chicago, I was over it, for sure. Gone but not forgotten. Next time.

Last week while we were knitting together at our KIP, I confessed. She had no idea I was so SSSsteamed. I said I couldn't help myself the feeling was just too strong. I was guilty of envy, and more.

And you know what she did? She said, "Wanna trade?"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh yeah...

Love you Corinne...

Comments (11) | Permalink
 Subscribe in a reader