I'm not worthy

I went to Knit Night, stayed for about two and a half hours and left. No one asked me my name or where I was from. No one told me their name. I felt like an intruder. A few people were friendly. The kind of friendly you run into in the grocery or StuffMart. Chitchat. Some were terribly interested in my Charmed Knits book. Thing is, I don't think it was them. I think it was me. I've been isolated for so long that I am socially inept. I think shy translated to standoffish.

I felt like acrylic in a wool world. I looked around at all the samples that the owner or whoever had knitted and all I could think was, "I'm not worthy." I loved the feel of the yarns there, particularly this breathtakingly lovely white laceweight, but I have a miniscule budget.

One woman there didn't know the name of Red Heart yarn. I didn't want to admit that that's all I had to knit with for 30 years. Lovely women, I'm sure. But not my community.

I had to rip out the Jaywalker sock. Turns out I didn't have the right needles. I have to wait until I get to Hobby Lobby next orthodontic appt to get some. All they had at Loose Ends was wooden and I don't want wooden dpns. I guarantee with a dog who likes to chew and tiny size 1 dpns, they would be gone in a week.

I'm doing the Maple Sugar socks instead. It's out in the car, ready to go tonight for the Harry Potter vigil at StuffMart.

Got At Knit's End at the library today. I love it. If I could just figure out a way to read and sleep at the same time. I already know how to knit in my sleep although it was supposed to be seed stitch and ended up straight knitting.