Normally, during my lunch hour, I do a bit of reading.
However, I had a physical therapy appointment right before work yesterday. Which means that I had knitting in tow, because I wanted to work on a row or two while I was in the waiting room (I don’t like reading in waiting rooms, not a long enough time for me to really get into it and enjoy it.) So after I ate, I spent the remaining half hour knitting in the break room.
The guys I share an office with know that I knit, because the topic of having too many hobbies came up in conversation once. And Steve knows because he read my MySpace profile. But nobody else has any idea, because it hadn’t come up.
So Nutti comes in, looks over at me, then walks past… and then stops, takes a few steps back, and just stares.
Even though I have breasts and occasionally wear skirts, I’m generally regarded as one of the guys. And so I think it’s hard for them to imagine me as a knitter, because they view knitting as a feminine hobby. All of my other hobbies (the ones that they know about, anyway) just reinforce my “one of the boys” image. But knitting? Not so much.
I think I confused the hell out of Nutti.
And I don’t think I’m ever going to hear the end of that.
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