I get invited to join kitty parties or coffee morning groups, which is probably a good way to acquaint yourself with your neighbors or the community residents. Of course it would help if you are socially inclined and you don't mind some gossip and general bitchiness. I end up declining most invitations, because I'm not exactly an extrovert, I prefer small gatherings where there is more possibility of having a fabulous conversation and I happen to be quite possessive about my 'me time''.
And so when I apologetically decline, they look at me as if I were an alien and whisper
"But then what do you do, how do you spend your day?"
That
question puts me in a dilemma. Do I give them an hour by hour analysis of my
day or do I break it gently to them that I sit there and blink my eyes and 5 hours pass by just like that. Going by past experiences, and depending on how communicative I feel at that moment, I reply
"Nothing" or "Something" (You cannot have teens in your life and not have their monosyllabic responses rub off on you)
There
are times when I turn amnesiac and I animatedly answer " I love to crochet"
Which
is the truth. After story writing, content writing, paper quilling, painting and blogging,
crochet is my current passion and work. Creating trendy designs from colorful yarn fuels my creative energies and gives me immense satisfaction, not to mention the pleasure I feel when people send me pictures of them wearing my creations or using them.
I
get various reactions to this simple statement.
Reaction 1: " Blink, blink blink, and
then a very knowledgeable " Aah, you must mean knitting?"
I roll my eyes, heave a sigh and hiss
ferociously "NO, it's not knitting, knitting is
different, DIFFERENT. You hear me, DIFFERENT. This is called crochet, it uses a hook and yarn and have
you heard of google....hello, come back I was talking?!"
Reaction 2: "Blink blink blink"
a pause
and then "but I thought only old people do
crochet"
I roll my eyes, and peer at the offending soul who
has just realised what he/she has implied. Before I can get myself into sarcasm
mode, the person has beaten a quick retreat, thanking her stars that her good
sense has kicked in faster than my tongue.
Reaction 3: "blink blink blink"" and an "Okayyy"
accompanied by a "deer caught in the headlights" look which implies "I have no clue what you are talking about"
That's when the fog of temporary amnesia lifts and
I realise the futility of even trying.
So the last time I got asked this, I answered
"I'm a yarn artist". After all, my eyes needed rest.
Rolling those eyes can get quite tiring, besides there is only that much that
they can roll back.
Reaction Magnifique : "WOW! Can I have your card? Do you have a website? What
do you do? blah? blah?"
And just like that , with just two
words. my image got a makeover.
Sigh.
