The other day a guy at work tried to sneak up on me.
"You'll have to be sneakier than that. Sorry to say, you're just not that stealthy."
He asked if I have kids and when I replied in the affirmative he tells me that motherhood has probably given me super sonic hearing. Eventually the conversation turned to the ages of my kids.
"My oldest will be 16 at the end of October."
His jaw dropped and I thought, for a moment, that he was going to rupture something. He tells me that he thought I was in my mid twenties. Now it was my turn to have an aneurysm or some kind of coronary. I have never been given such a compliment since.......well......I don't know when. Slightly stunned, I returned to my duties. A few minutes later he came over to me and said that he honestly thought that I was about 25. I get weepy with tears of joy just thinking about it. Just when I thought that I was about to reach the top of the hill, to go over it.....it looks like I slid back down by several years.
So out of all the people at work, who have asked for hand knits....he is at the top of the list!
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
4 comments:
I agree, new socks (or whatever else he wants) for this guy.
WOW, yes, he earned it!
Nice.
Ah, 25. That was not a bad year at all, I tell ya'.
Hey! You still going to Rhinebeck?
That sounds like one very smart man, since now he will get something wonderful knit by you.
Nancy
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