When people knit in a group it's almost as if our mouths open and things come out that should or should not come out. I often wonder why, especially when I teach small classes, that we end up learning so much about each other.
The other day I was teaching a class and although I may not be able to recall every, single person's first name, I can definitely point to them and say something like:
"You're the one with the Native American ex-boyfriend who you still want to look up years and years later. He was a man of very few words. He never married. Lives in Arizona." (We told her to look him up.)
Maybe that is why, in so many yarn stores, that we hear of some sort of personality clash during knit night, or what have you. (I've heard some real doozies: knit night fights that have broken up deep decades-long friendships.) For a long, long time, I thought it was just the nature of women, that women, for some reason, didn't play as well together as mixed groups or all-male groups.
But there might be something about knitting that makes our big mouths open so stuff comes out that you wish hadn't. Kind of like the time I had met some old workmates at a bar years after we had all moved our separate ways. I had one tiny sip of wine and when someone brought up another person's name, the first thing I said was: "Does she still have really bad breath?" (And then I realized I was sitting right next to her best friend.)
Yes, I know we weren't knitting, but you get my drift.
(Maybe that is why I won't drink and knit, at least while I'm with other people.)
The yarn picture: I have to knit all of it. All of it. And not just because it is pretty yarn. I have a project that I will talk more about as I delve into it. But I guess I'll be making sure, that as I knit all of that yarn, that I'm not knitting it in a group setting just in case I blurt out private feelings or thoughts.