A week ago, something truly and deeply random happened to me. I was featured in an article in the local paper. I thought it was just going to be in the Sewickley Herald, but the paper copy Barb W. saved for me is from the “Pittsburgh Tribune-Review.” You can read the article here. (The best part ever: that I am billed as “Ambridge Woman.” Didn’t see that in my future! The print copy I have has the more appealing headline, “Knitter weaves passion into profession.”)
Apparently, this reporter got wind of the spinning and knitting class I was to teach at Old Economy Village, and decided it sounded interesting enough for an article. The whole experience was a little surreal – she came to school and interviewed me during my lunch break, sitting in the couch area we affectionately call the “jungle.” I completely forgot the appointment set with the photographer, so when she turned up the house was a total wreck. She was very nice though, and after some doing found an angle that didn’t include a bunch of crap in the background and that mostly hid my unfortunate hair day.
The surprise was how many people read it. It was published only two days before the class, but two more people signed up because of it, which made the difference in OEV being able to profit a little off the venture. People keep turning up at the shop saying “I saw you in the paper!” I’m glad so many people still buy and read their local rag; it would never occur to me.
The whole article experience has made me reflect on the fact that I didn’t really think of my life as interesting. I am the sort of person who is always looking for new and interesting experiences, with my eyes on what’s coming next and what’s ahead. I’m not very good at living in the moment and really savoring what I’m doing right now. So it’s good to be arrested by this process and say, you know what, I’ve worked really hard for a long time at this whole fiber arts thing, and it’s a huge part of my life that I really enjoy. I still don’t know where it’s going or how it will fit into the rest of our calling. But for goodness sake, while I have the chance to earn a bit of our living by teaching classes, knitting commissions, and publishing patterns, I jolly well ought to enjoy it.
The class, by the way, went great! All six ladies knew how to knit already, so we spent most of the day focused on spinning. The morning was all drop spindles, all the time. This picture is from a brief period after lunch, during which I demanded that we move out to the yard since it was so impossibly warm. We spent more than half the afternoon playing with two spinning wheels that I brought with me. It was over before I knew it, and everyone did a great job. We were all so focused and working hard that it was hard to tell if everyone was having fun, but I did.