Be nice. Your past will catch up with you.
Nashville and the folks at Haus of Yarn were terrific! We had a full room full of enthusiastic crocheters and not nearly enough time to explore all the things we wanted to do. Most importantly, I came home with a great story.
Twenty-plus years ago, I was a poor college student at Vanderbilt. I was knitting sweaters for free for a young man who would buy the yarn. At the time, it was a win-win for both of us, as I wanted to knit and couldn’t afford good yarn, and he wanted a hand-knit sweater and couldn’t knit. There was no Curse of the Boyfriend Sweater here, as our agreement was purely professional.
One day I needed a size 4 circular needle and set off to the yarn shop, via bus, to get it. (I seem to remember taking TWO buses to get there, but that could be the ravages of time–like when your grandfather had to walk to school in the snow, uphill both ways.) When I arrived at the yarn shop, hot and sweaty, the yarn shop lady said they were out of size 4 circular needles, and I’d have to come back. She must have seen my disappointment (possibly tears? certainly frustration), because she whipped the needle out of her sweater and handed it to me. “Here, honey, take this one. I’m so sorry we didn’t have what you need.” AND she wouldn’t let me pay for it.
I still have that needle, and use it. If only I could find which WIP it’s in, I’d take a picture.
Fast forward to the present. One of the first people I met at Haus of Yarn was Bobbe, who told me she used to own a yarn shop in Green Hills Village in Nashville. I told her the story about the nice yarn shop lady and how I think of her fondly, even now. Yep, it was the same woman!
The best part? When I told the story to the class, absolutely no one who knew her was a bit surprised. Apparently, that’s par for the course for this generous soul. Thanks, Bobbe!
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