A Knitter Too

My company occupies the ground floor of the building.  The offices opens onto a glassed lobby with a cathedral ceiling.  Because my allergies have flared up, I don't want to go out for a walk during the day but I want some light, so at lunch time I sit on the wide sill in the lobby and knit.  

Recently I was sitting and knitting (in public) at lunch time in the lobby.  Three people entered the lobby and start toward the elevator.  A man left the group and came toward me.  "You're knitting!  I'm a knitter too!" he exclaimed.  "Someone told me there's a woman who sits here and knits."  

He asked me what I was knitting and said he was knitting a shawl too.  It was all garter stitch and it was getting to him.  He liked the shawl I was wearing.  I think he would have said more but his coworkers were waiting for him in the elevator to go back up to work.  I'll have to try coming out earlier with my knitting and maybe one day we'll have more time to talk together.  I wonder if he goes to a knitting group locally.  From my first impressions, I think any group he belonged to would be fun and interesting.  

My Bold and Blended Striped Wrap is coming along slowly.  About halfway through the second  wedge I discovered that I didn't have enough yarn.  It also seemed quite big and it would probably block out quite large.  I unraveled it and began knitting it again with a size 6 needle.  The original pattern called for a size 8 needle.  I originally used a size 7.  I wonder how big the shawl with the size 8 needles would be.  The one I'm knitting now is almost to my waist.  Times like this make me feel better about being a short person.  

Last night I had a very interesting dream in which I was someplace where many cats and kittens were for adoption.  One cat was a long-haired purple tabby cat with the swirled striped coat.  She was beautiful!  She made me wish there truly were purple cats.

Here's a photo of my cat Tattoo as if he were purple.  Although he was a mackerel tabby, it gives you an idea.    He did eventually become long-hair with a beautiful tail he always fussed over.

Have you ever wondered why there are birds every color of the rainbow, but the only non-monotone color coat cats have is some shade of gold?  I imagine it's because cats are hunters and need to blend into their surroundings to be successful.  

Midnight sometimes used her black coat to her advantage.  Twice when I was getting dressed to go to work she hid in the closet so that I would shut her inside.  This was when Emily was the hyperactive dynamo of a kitten and wore her older sister out.  I'm sure Midnight knew she couldn't be seen and she'd be left to take the nice, long nap she craved.