Stuck in gestation
When we last left off, I had acquired the equipment for my beginner’s crochet project but was finding the technique a “leeetle” challenging. In such situations I often turn to one of my BFs, Carole. Carole is an amazingly talented, smart, funny and artistic woman. Surely she would help me out of my predicament without laughing at me for my mid-life crisis third-wave feminist attempt to acquire crochet skills. One evening after she was collecting kids after a play date I casually dropped the request, “D’ya think you could just show me how to crochet one day, it sure would be nice?”. “Of course,” she yelled back at me as her car disappeared down the driveway, “it’s REALLY easy, I did it years ago, there’s nothing to it!”. I was impressed with myself for my marvelous choice of friends. I had a best friend who had actually mastered this difficult art and was ready to initiate me. Having made my request, I waited patiently for Carole to wave a magic crochet hook at me and imbue me with her knowledge.
One week went by and then another. I realized I had made a fundamental error by posing my request so casually. If you want attention from a busy woman in the throes of job and family life etc. you have to sob heartrendingly and explain that you have sat up night after night not being able to master an apparently simple technique performed by millions of people of all ages. This I was too embarrassed to do, although I know Carole, loyal to a fault, if she had realized that is was so important she would have been right over. Aside from my humiliation at the crochet smack-down, there were other pressures. With the insouciance of the first-time parent, the mother-to-be was regularly posting pictures of herself on the internet. The side-views clearly documented her bump’s relentless increase. Would the kid be in college before the blanket was finished? The situation was alarming.
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