Knitting Bag Lady

We took to the road
and traveled to Orlando
for the stamp show at
the fair grounds.

My attention span for
stamps-give or take-
would be thirty minutes.

Husband's attention span-
give or take-four to six
hours.

So, I packed the knitting
bag tight.

Took a look-see at the
stamp display and set
up shop: meaning
I found a lawn chair
and a sunny spot
in the foyer
and proceeded to knit.

First woman:
What are you knitting?

Me:
A sock.

Woman:
I quilt.

Me:
Smile and nod.

Second woman:
What are you knitting?

Me:
A sock.

Woman:
I didn't think people still knit socks.

Me:
Hmm. I do.

Third woman:
I see you're knitting.
I used to knit a lot.

Me:
How nice?

Woman:
What are you knitting?

Me:
A sock.

She scowls at my wool yarn.

Woman:
Where do you live?

Me:
Sarasota... Florida.

Third woman:
It doesn't get cold there!

Me:
It isn't for me. It is for my
daughter. She lives in Connecticut.

Third woman:
I used to live in Connecticut
before I moved to Miami.
But now my husband is
retiring and we sold our condo and
we just moved to Vero Beach and
I just don't know what to do with
my antiques. My children don't want
them and all my books will have to go.
I have a stack of knitting books...
this high.

She would still be going but
her husband came to get her.

And then I went to lunch
at the hot dog stand and
when I came back someone
had blocked the door to the
foyer.

There must be a message in that
stratagem.

But being indomitable I
moved to the foyer on the opposite
side of the building and people
passing commented on my move.

I forgot to mention that you passed
through the foyer to the restroom.

Next year I am going to form a circle
and give lessons.

The stamp show will never
be the same.

I bought the Christmas
knitting stamp.