Sunday, April 3, 2011

Do you know where you're going sweetheart? 2KCBWDAY6

When I was about 18, I went to the airport to pick one of my best friends up from an overseas trip. I had woken up that morning dreadfully hungover and late, so I didn't shower. I threw on a sarong (it was summer, and the eighties), pulled my hair up in a loose ponytail, jumped into my little red vw beetle named Veronica, and revved up the freeway. I had not looked in a mirror. And it wasn't until I was about halfway there that I realised I wasn't wearing any shoes.

Upon arriving at the airport, I was frantically scanning the arrivals board when I was approached by a middle aged (they were probably in their 20's, but I was only 18) couple wearing orange robes. I'm pretty sure they were rajneeshees - it was around that time.

Anyhow, they kept asking me all these questions - could they help me, was I hungry, did I have a boyfriend, was I studying, how old was I. Then the woman held my forearm, looked me deep in the eyes and said purposefully 'do you know where you're going sweetheart?'

There is only one emotion in an 18 year old - and that is mortal embarrassment. It suddenly occurred to me how bad I must look - shoeless, dirty hair, last night's makeup. I told them my dad was waiting for me in the carpark. They didn't beleive me, but they backed off a little.

I picked up my friend and we walked through the terminal to the carpark. Those two people didn't take their eyes of us for a second - we scrambled out of there in nervous hysterics and told the story for weeks.

To this day whenever I hear the phrase 'do you know where you're going?' I always think of that day, and I'm still embarrassed.

Anyway, where is this going? Oh right, where are you going with your knitting ....

MORRIGAN


I have wanted to knit this for so long I really can't remember why I haven't started it. I remember reading the blog post in 2007. I remember posting in the wanted thread for the book some time later. I remember a very kind person sending me the book. I remeber buying the yarn for it - twice in fact.

I opened the book and had a look at the pattern.




Now I remember. But I still want to knit it, the time just has to be right.

I'm participating in Knitting and Crochet Blog Week, this is day 6. A list of all posts can be found here, or type 2KCBWDAY6 into your search engine.

4 comments:

Meg said...

My Morrigan gets a little action every winter. I'm about 40% done with it if the ball count is accurate. It's enjoyable. It looks scarier than it is. But the moment does have to be right for this one. Which is why mine has taken so long. I have given myself permission not to steamroll my way through it. I'm picking it up when it calls to me and stopping when it doesn't. Anyway, this is all to gently encourage you to join me on the Morrigan journey.
Best wishes for your surgery and your post-operative knitting endeavours!
xo meg (daysfull)

DrK said...

Ah yes. Nice pattern. Shame about the charts.

Misty said...

I like your story about the airport. :)

I bet the charts won't be so bad if you just take them a little bit at a time. I have a sweater that has lots of cables and twisted stitches. I set myself a goal of working one row a day (although I sometimes lapse). It has become more manageable to think about it in such small chunks.

travellersyarn said...

I LOVE the story. It sounds like something that happened to me, but I'll tell you in person... Good luck with the surgery.