I finally go to my local Sit & Stitch for the first time in months (or a year? or more?)... and I alternately feel awesome and irritated. Instead of just sitting and socializing with all of the very nice old ladies, I ended up teaching a relatively new stitch fad to someone with a moderate+ case of tourrettes.
Now, I feel pretty damn awesome for having a well of patience that I often forget that I CAN have and successfully taking the time to figure out and teach this stitch her. At the end of three hours, she had something new she understood and could do. This gives me the warm fuzzies.
To add to this, somehow, I am the crochet "expert" of the group. I didn't realize how much I was missed by not going. Again with the warm fuzzies, especially since I am the only person there under the age of 55-60. When I was more regularly attending before, I spent most of my evenings (or afternoons, depending on the scheduling of the time) there helping other people with their projects. Not so much with the fuzzies now.
This is not what I was wanting for my afternoon. I really just wanted to go and loaf about in the LYS and play with yarn (they have a bunch of brand new yarn that I really want to play with and didn't have a chance to, but I might work up swatches or kits for them next week with it). I have projects to finish, that I really need to and should finish... Also projects to give my brain a break from the higher priority projects that I am working on. I didn't get to work on any of them which is what I really hoped to be able to do without being distracted by other things or people when I go to the Sit & Stitch.
Really, I should say something so I can get something done while there... but they are all so nice... and cute... and still use the word "ejaculated" with it's original definition. When they want to learn something or need help fixing something, I just do not have the heart to tell them no. =^v.v^=
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