The entry:
Operation Modest Bow -- Complete.
Operation Wait and Angst -- Ongoing!
So, I did something adorable today. Since my darlingest Tea Boy worked his last night tonight and I will probably never see him again, I decided to thank him for the reading, in a way that can only be called "cute!!!!!!"
At Loopy (new job), I picked up a skein of Lorna's Laces (favorite brand ever, hand dyed over in Ravenswood), worsted weight in "Charcoal" a beautiful colorway that's dark grays and blacks. Today, I was feeling depressed and angsty, but finally decided to take the action I'd planned on taking since talking to Maia after the last run in and I had with Tea Boy.
I wrote him a note thanking him for the astrology reading, told him I wanted to knit him a scarf or hat by way of thanks and left him my contact information. I folded it up and rolled the ball of yarn around it, so the note was entirely hidden in the middle. I cut out a small gift tag telling him to unwind the ball, since it was more than just a ball of yarn. I tied the tag on with a modest bow of dark turquoise organza. I worked up the courage and dropped down to the tea shop. There were a handful of employees in there. The sign on the door said 'Closed' but I knew they were open for another hour usually. So, I knocked, pointed to the sign and pouted. Tea Boy beckoned me in. We chatted for a bit and I ordered a pot. He brought it out and started talking to some chick on the phone. She said she'd drop by. I worried.
I worked on my baby afghan and drank my tea. He dropped by a few times to talk, asked me about my project and told me about learning to knit when he was younger (TEA BOY USED TO KNIT. ♥!!!). Phone Girl showed up with a snobby dog tucked into the front of her coat, its wee head poking out between her breasts. She kept screeching at the dog. It became quite clear that they weren't dating. He has better taste than an obnoxious girl that wears a dog between her knockers, anyway. When I went to check out, the other guy rang me up. I pulled Tea Boy aside, told him I had a secret for him and gave him the ball of yarn. I gave him some brief instructions about unwinding it at his leisure. He smiled this huge effing beautiful smile and thanked me very graciously. I told him to take care and nearly skipped out of the shop.
And now I wait. Wait for him to call. Fret. Angst. Put off my school work.
I find it funny that he wasn't at all confused or surprised by the gift of a ball of yarn with little to no explanation. Just genuinely gracious. No "WTF is this?" Just a huge smile.
I wasn't going to drop by. Today was miserable. But, then I realized I'd regret not doing anything down the line, so I stopped in. When I did, I remembered why I'd planned this scheme--that smile. That beautiful smile. The fluttery feeling in my chest.
Please oh please oh please let him call. Please, But, even if he doesn't, I still have a fond final memory of him.
*wills phone to ring*
So, that's my story about Tea Boy. He likes: tea, philosophy and knitting. If I can catch him, I'm keeping him forever, maybe. :D
In other news, school is sucking out my soul. I'm working on a baby afghan for Warm Up America!, I'm working a bazillion hours a week at a yarn shop and am quickly falling madly in love with my job. We have a mandatory afternoon knitting break. I get to explain gauge to a thousand new knitters a day. I get to covet the Baby Alpaca Grande something fierce every time I walk by it. I get a discount! I have a coworker that might be able to teach me how to spin. To spin! Be still my beating heart!
I've got a final 'Punk Knitter' to post, as well. I'll drop that by sometime soon.
Pictures are closer than ever. I can feel it in the wind--or is that the onslaught of snow that's sure to come soon?
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