There's this man who we see at the local neighborhood park that HWWV calls the "Mr. Wiggles guy." If you have small children, you know what he means. He's tall and thin, he's overly courteous and twitches a lot. Anyway, Girlfriend was there and playing with his daughter and she asked her what Gfriend will be for Halloween.
"Annie Oakley! I'm going to have silver and pink play guns that have caps in them!" Then, pointing her "gun" fingers up to the sky, she said "bang!"
Mr. Wiggles, shocked, turned to Girlfriend and said: "But you do know that when you shoot your guns, that unicorns, rainbows, and stars will fly out, right?"
I kid you not.
People really need to get a grip. The girl is dressing like Annie Freaking Oakely. Not Prince.
Been busy doing everything but knitting. We spray painted an antique bed bright pink for Girlfriend's room. That thing must have been over 100 years old and it's as sturdy as heck. I wonder if Mr. Wiggles will call the antique police on us, too.
Speaking of police. There are lots of knitting police out there, or there must be. Or maybe knit-nazis. I often wonder about this phenomenon. There's always this discussion about LYS's and how they can be either really unpleasant or wonderfully pleasant. I've encountered both and decided, over the past year or so, to only shop at places where there are only three cat fights on a quarterly basis. Seriously. There is one not-so local place that I have found where everyone is pleasant and actually gets along. The owner is that way, too, which might be key. But I read something this morning about the "why" LYS owners get the reputation for not being very nice or being rather uptight.
I can't remember exactly where I read it, but it did make sense. It had to do with customer service. I think someone surmised that if you had been on the receiving end of so many questions, so many demands and an even, endless drone of whining for a lengthy period of time, you might get a bit cranky. And you know the drone that I'm talking about: It's the stuff that people do when they have to frog, or when they expect others to cast on for them, or when they wait two years to try to return unused skeins after the yarn is discontinued . . . the list goes on. So, it is no wonder that the owner eventually breaks down and turns their smile upside down. (I got that phrase from Mr. Wiggles over at the park.)