Friday was a beautiful day, and I was ... well, a little frazzled from the week. So I played hooky. I drove away to explore, and then I put on shorts (gasp! the girl's legs are
white!) and took a walk around the neighborhood. The walk included a stop by a nail salon that I'd gotten a recommendation for, and I sank into that massage chair with a sigh, since it's been entirely too long. You know it's been too long when the girl looks at your toes and says, "you cut nails yourself?" Yeah, so ignore the mangled mess.
I pulled out my knitting, which is infinitely preferable to the inane magazines that the woman next to me was analyzing in depth with her daughter. I'm used to a few odd looks when I pull out knitting in public, but the nail stylist at the chair next to mine was out and out staring. To the point I was uncomfortable. To the point I was glad she wasn't doing my nails, she was so distracted. She said a quiet, "me likey" when our eyes met, but didn't know much English, and that was the extent of the conversation. Finally she finished the nails of the woman sitting next to me, smiled at me, and disappeared. I heaved a sigh of relief, and settled into the pampering and the rhythm of the stitches. A few minutes later, however, she reappeared, with a handful of yarn and a pair of knitting needles. She came over to stand beside me and look over my shoulder, went away to sit and try a few stitches, and came back with her yarn and a pad of paper, on which I wrote the simple lace pattern I was working, and demonstrated a couple of iterations. We didn't speak a common language, but we did - I finished the scarf this week, and will be mailing it to its recipient this week. I'm curious to see if she's started something along those lines next time I go in for a pedicure. It was a really magic pedicure.
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| The wispy scarf. |
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| My first lace project. |
