Friends are coming for the long holiday weekend and so we ran down the mountain to get the necessary supplies. On my list before groceries was a stop for new yarn and needles.
I need to teach these girls to knit, you see.
Not because they asked, exactly. But because, well, I might have–sort of–insisted.
It was my first time in this sweet yarn shop and the selecting of fiber/color/yardage took a bit of time. When I was at last ready to check out the precious owner, who’d shared a bit of the winding road that had led her to this place, offered two sets of free needles. She understood I would be teaching and therefore setting loose into the world two new knitters.
It was a most gracious offer.
Still I refused, suggesting she needed to make a living.
No I don’t, she said. Then she smiled.
I am making a life.
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