Sunday, February 09, 2020
Clogged head, runny nose, sneezing, and crum!, a head cold. Most likely, it’s from one or more shoppers in Costco where I work part time. Happily, I recently lugged home from Costco an oversized package of tissues that’s providing a stockpile, a stash, supplying enough disposable little hankies for long as needed and through my worst. Sometimes I’m grateful for having to purchase oversized packages and more product than I normally consume. Like now, when my sneezes are building or my nose starting to drip, it’s comforting having new tissue boxes available for a room, desktop, or vehicle.
That aside, today I’m going to work, and sorry to say giving back to the givers. When we serve customers while burdened with colds, we often make references to our “allergies”. Just a little lie that fools nobody, for about colds we get ’em and give ’em.
Maybe sensing that cold coming on is why I stopped my car, near downtown, on spotting a little yarn shop. I wanted to go inside and look at yarns, colorful skeins of it. Maybe I felt a glimmer of wanting to knit something. The “real yarns” made of natural fibers suggest warmth and security. Those elements drew me, as probably did other deep wishes for seeing and touching yarn fibers.
It’s reminding me that folks often say they greatly enjoy seeing my horses grazing on pasture down the street. Maybe these elements stir related emotions–horses and yarn. It’s worth more thought, but that’s later for me.
On that chilly day, and probably because of my approaching misery, I wore a heavy sweater. The store’s proprietor complimented my sweater (while I couldn’t remember if it’s wool, because usually, I wear artificial, cold-blocking, easy-care fabrics). Later, the sweater’s label affirmed her good eye.
She knew her stuff and guided me toward a knitting project. I brought home a skein of multi-colored natural wool, a pattern that’s Japanese-inspired (she said, it’s easy??), and a set of circular needles (she said, they’re easy??). Moreover, I enrolled in a beginning knitting class. That should confuse this left-hander who’s unorthodox in needle-handling. Anyway, it’s all about seeking comfort, warmth, and productivity to carry me through this tough patch.
As we wrapped up the transaction, I asked her name. She responded with pride, “Alysia, and this is my shop.”
(In Bend, for fine yarns, check-out Alysia’s, “Fancywork Yarn Shop”, 200 NE Greenwood.)
Dear Friends: Applause to entrepreneurs, with courage to do “their things”, and so often, well. Diana