No, really it does. I had to go out of town this past week for a client’s annual meeting, and my portion involved helping put together PowerPoint presentations for the various VPs of a carpet manufacturer. I was waiting at one point, listening to a couple of them converse about the challenges of the carpet business, mainly natural vs. acrylic fibers, dye lots, etc, and was feeling very smart because I totally got it. That’s right – I understood about carpet manufacturing, and knitting is what helped me do it (I felt even smarter when I listened to one VP be enlightened by another VP to the fact that dye lots are limited by vat size, and I had a “well, duh,” moment).
After this 20-minute conversation, the lone female VP turned to me and commented jokingly, “I’m sure you absorbed all of that,” to which I replied, “actually, yes – I’m a knitter.” She got very excited at this point, exclaiming that she, too, was a knitter and we then proceeded to have a very animated and interesting conversation about knitting, how awesome it is, and which yarn shops in the area are the best (my choice was Knitch).
This all goes back to my previous post about how knitting has generated the community I lost when I stopped smoking, and when I related the story to the ChickenGoddess, she suggested that perhaps the knitting community is an even better community. I tend to agree.
And I’ll keep an eye out for you at Knitch, Mrs. VP Lady of Carpet Client.
Yes, but in an entirely different way (see blog header).
Is the community of knitters as deadly as the community of smokers?