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Another Bloomin' Friday

Another Weekly Eye Roll

At my gym, we have a nice and big, quite posh locker room.  There are several "bays" with lockers and mirrors surrounding big benches.  And because there are several "bays" - each looking pretty much exactly like the others - people tend to gravitate to the same spot each time they come in.  So as to help us remember where we "parked," so to speak.


You get to know the women you see regularly in your "bay."  Y'know?

There is one woman I see 3 times a week, but we tend not to speak to each other.  Because she is a pool-walker.  And I am a lap-swimmer.  And there is always (and especially earlier in the mornings) a bit of, well . . . let's just call it tension . . . between the two pool user-groups.  And this woman happens to be a General in the Pool-Walker Army.  (I tend to just keep my head down and swim.)  (Although I have been known to cause a fuss.)  (But that's usually in January.  And only when things get Really Bad.)

Still.  I try to be nice.  (In and out of the pool.)

One day last week, as I was getting dressed in the locker room, I happened to notice The General had a pair of well-worn hand knitted socks stuffed into her shoes under the bench.  So I decided to be friendly; to reach out; to comment . . . 

Did you knit your socks? I asked.

Yes.  She said.

I'm a knitter, too.  I said.

And then she unloaded.  Well.  These are Jaywalkers.  But not from the original pattern.  I use a modified version to knit toe-up because that's the ONLY way to knit socks.  I also ONLY knit using the new Magic Loop method because that is the ONLY way to knit socks.  And I ALWAYS reinforce my heels and toes with nylon.  You'll notice MY socks never wear out in the heels.  It's the ONLY way to knit socks.  And I ONLY knit with Opal sock yarn.  It is the ONLY yarn to knit socks with.  

And on and on and on, pretty much without pause for breathing . . . 

I just pulled on my hand knit sweater and proceeded to dry my hair.

Really, lady?


To that, I say . . . 


I won't make THAT mistake again!

(Eye roll for emphasis.)








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Cheryl S.

Once a General, always a General. LOL.

Kim in Oregon

LOL at this---although I'm intrigued by the 'new' magic loop? Am I missing something?


The General is also the self-appointed Supreme Captain of the Knitting Police, too! I have a lot of time in waiting rooms today and I'm going to enjoy knitting my cuff-down socks on dpns with Lorna's Laces and no nylon reinforcement. I'm sorry you had to run into a rare rude knitter, but thanks for the entertaining eye roll!


As my boss says...no good deed goes unpunished! :-) Oyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy


OMG, a true General. Oy vey. As Bonny said, sorry you had to endure this, but it does make for an entertaining story.


Oh my gosh, I am seriously laughing out loud... hard! It appears she is a Colonel of the Sock Knitting Army as well, of the toe up division of specialists.

As for me... in all things, my way is my way, and it might not be your way. Your way is your way, and it might not be my way. However, in our own ways - we can still move forward together!

Yeah, I did some eye rolling last night at our "town hall". The My Way or the Highway Group was never my style at all!


Sue N

So funny!!! What's a pool walker - is it those people who congregate in the shallow end chatting?


You have great self control; I probably would have burst out laughing in the middle of her rant. The "General" needs to get over herself!


Heaven forfend that you disagree with That Lady -- she'd probably take your head off!


Oh good grief, what a hoot and a pain. I'm sure it was all you could do NOT to let her see your eye roll. Hope you're able to avoid her in the future! Life is too short!


Are you sure this is the ONLY way to tell this story???


What a pain in the ass. Maybe you should bring sharpened metal DPN's to poke her ass with in the pool. Lol! Entertaining story though.


well ugh. and I naively thought knitting was a common ground where we could meet each other and share ... good things about our craft. I love that you pulled on a hand knit sweater. but I'm guessing she didn't even notice (and if she did, she's not the kind of knitter who would appreciate it).


You go girl! What a PITA this woman is...arrrgh! Tell me what PITA stands for haha.


Hopefully you can once again retreat to no interaction with her. Its interesting, isn't it, that we know who and who isn't our cup of tea, and violating that gut instinct rarely turns out well.


WTF? What a blow-hard. Good for you, taking the high road... while eye-rolling. ;)

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