Smile Like You Mean It

Things that made me smile this week:

1) At work, suddenly hearing an adorable 3-year old's loud rendition of "Happy Birthday to You" coming from the bathroom. Apparently my boss told her that to make sure your hands are really clean, one must wash them for as long as it takes to sing Happy Birthday. Holy freaking crap, that's cute.

2) Watching the dog set off mouse traps with his tail. Hehehe.

Things that did not make me smile:

1) Finishing my book for government and realizing I had no recollection of what I had just read. Oops.

2) Wearing 3" heels. Fell and twisted my foot and got a lovely bruise on my rear.

3) Re-knitting Greenery and slowly having to come to terms with the fact that I was knitting a ranch house in Argentina, and not a hat. Is there no happy medium between tiny and gargantuan?


I have been doing my part in spreading the knitting gospel. I encouraged Gibby to become re-obsessed with yarn, and she has turned out a couple hats already this month, and got one of her friends started on a scarf. I also re-taught one of my fellow librarians the garter stitch, and hopefully piqued the interest of another, who promised to bring yarn and needles next week. Even the boy asked to try a stitch or two, but as I was knitting a ridiculously tight-gauged sock in black fuzzy alpaca at the time, I told him to wait until I had something easier for him to practice on. I really regret missing that golden opportunity, but hopefully he'll be interested again later.

Oh, almost neglected the most surprising of new converts. My darling father, in an effort to give one of his coworkers something to do with his hands besides noisily smush his water bottle, asked if I could teach him the basics so he could teach his friend in turn. Too good to be true.

Men are strange animals. Whenever you ask them if they'd like to learn to knit, they either make some comment about how it's girly (the stupid ones), or say something like "I have you to knit me anything I could want" (the smart ones [i.e. Darien]). But recent developments have shown that despite their protestations, the act of pulling yarn through loops to make a fabric is absolutely fascinating to them. And luckily for them, watching guys knit is absolutely fascinating (and, good God, man, sexy) to women. Better than a dog any day.