My truck is broke down in Columbus, Oh and in the shop. I checked into a nearby motel to await the repair.
Last night I accidentally walked into the little bistro next door and figured that since I was there anyway I may as well have a couple of beers and some dinner.
Naturally I took out my knitting and worked on it while sitting at the bar and watching a football game. One of the servers came over to ask what I was making. I held it up so she could see it and told her it was going to be a sweater.
She asked if I had made the blue sweater I was wearing and I confirmed that indeed I had. She look closer at it and said "Wow, I can't even tell it's home made!"
Huh? I wasn't too sure how to take that. On the one hand I'm sure it was a compliment as I heard her later telling some of the others "He MADE the sweater he's wearing", but on the other hand I had to wonder just what she thought a hand made sweater would look like. Or did she expect it should look crappy because a guy made it?
I just accepted it as the compliment I was sure it was intended to be and let it go despite the underlying implications.
Several of the other patrons asked about and/or commented on the sweater I am currently knitting, and a couple of them also asked about the one I was wearing. I got several very nice compliments on both, which I appreciated.
I even had a couple of people buy me a beer as a way of expressing how cool they thought it was that a burly bearded guy would sit at a bar and knit (one used those actual words
It was a nice evening, but I left very early to get some rest on the slim chance that my truck would be ready to go this morning. No such luck and I am still waiting.