Saturday, April 08, 2006
Joe: Dude, is she knitting?
Derek: You know, as a friend, I gotta tell ya. You look a little weird.
Meredith: I am making a sweater.
Joe: You're knitting, in a bar. You can’t knit in a bar! You're scaring the customers.
Grey's Anatomy. Season 2, Episode 22:
"The Name of the Game"
I may not have the slightest knitting ability, but I have plenty of amusing stories to tell about Theresa. And that, dear reader, is why I'm posting today.
The thing is, Theresa and I did our undergraduate together. I used to sit next to her in our history lectures, discreetly reading romance novels while she knit elegant shawls (and while the entire freshman portion of the Brown football team stared at us incredulously). Theresa quickly became known as "that knitting girl" around our campus, something of a minor celebrity.
The only time it ever got her into trouble was when she brought her knitting to the first film in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. (Wooden needles, small sock project... very unobtrusive. But the driver involved in our little shindig was a Tolkien fanatic. He'd very carefully selected a "fellowship of nine" to accompany him to the movies, and he found the knitting disrespectful to what was probably the closest he's ever come to a religious experience.)
Now I'm out in Seattle, pursuing a Masters in Teaching while keeping my blog and writing a romance novel. Every week I watch Grey's Anatomy and I fantasize about what it would be like if my medically-minded friends did their internships in Seattle... albeit at a real hospital, and not one where you could magically see the Pike Place market sign from outside the windows. Ah, Theresa, how lovely would that be to have you in my home state?
So while I am not a knitter, I am a knitting groupie. I look forward to mitten weather every year so that I can wear Theresa's lovely creations (the latest having just been sent to me--thank you, T!) And despite the fact that she offers to teach me every time we see each other, I always resist. Why? Well, that's an easy one: if I learn to knit, Theresa might stop sending me so many lovely things!