Earlier this month my guy and I went into the city to have our car inspected and get the oil changed. It's a bit of a haul, but our car dealer happens to be wonderful, and they have a nice big lobby stocked with snacks and a neat coffee machine for their customers. Since I have nothing to do but sit there and resist the snacks I took along my crochet WIP in progress to work on.
I don't often work on my projects in public, and I'm a bit shy about attracting attention, so I chose a table in the corner where I could keep my back to the room. The throw has gotten pretty large, so it covered half the table.
An older woman walking past smiled at me and complimented my work, which was nice. Then a younger woman came over to do the same and ask me questions about crochet. Turned out she had a treasured blanket that needed repairs, and she was wondering how hard it would be to do that. She also wanted to learn crochet.
Not everyone has a grandmother like mine, alas. I answered all her questions, made suggestions about the repair work, and suggested she try some how-to-crochet tutorials for beginners on YouTube. She left happy.
They finished our inspection and oil change shortly after that, and we left. My guy told me on the way home that basically everyone in the lobby and some of the employees had been staring at me the entire time I worked on the throw.
For once I didn't care about the unwanted attention. I helped someone, and maybe gave her a nudge toward learning the art. That's worth a few stares.
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