I have been asked many different questions about my wheel, my shirts, (I wear t-shirts with slogans and pictures, it's good for a bit of a conversation some days), and the ever present, what are you doing/spinning/making?
The conversation took a... really weird turn today, however.
A lady walked by me, then turned quickly, and asked, "Are you American Indian?"
Now, any one who has seen me, would not realize that I am part Blackfoot. In fact, I think I look like I am part Casper the Ghost, but I digress. I quickly registered what she'd asked, and answered her, asking why.
"Oh, because you have long hair, I ask all people with long hair if they are Native. I'm Cherokee."
Uh... Sure. This woman has asked me if I am Native, because of my HAIR? Would she have thought I was of African decent if I had corn rows, or German if I had those cute little side braids???
So, before I could
She then came over and asked if I enjoyed spinning. I said yes, I found it relaxing, and fun. She then said, oh, do you dream about it? I told her possibly not that fun. She then asked if I liked doing puzzles, (there was a group nearby working on one of those 5000 bit ones). I said they were all right, but I was busy spinning and knitting most of the time. She looked annoyed, and sniffed, "They make me want to whistle brass..." and walked away.
I have no idea what whistling brass is, but from her expression, I figure it's not good. But, she did finally decide she'd had enough of me. I try to be respectful of my elders, but man, when you slide down that rabbit hole, you don't have a CLUE what's going to come by next!
(And if I cut my hair, does my nationality change?)
And since I had that goofy morning, I decided to share. I had one of those strange, strange thoughts that you get at 2 am... Can Santa Claus sue The Jolly Green Giant for copyright infringement?
Prompt: Try. What do you want to try next year? Is there something you wanted to try in 2010? What happened when you did / didn't go for it?
I think we've covered this. I have already talked about playing the guitar, and my book, so I won't bore you with a repeat.
I suppose, trying to win the lottery. How about that for trying something. I have this little problem with winning the lottery, however.
I rarely buy tickets!
In fact, I think the last time I bought any tickets was a couple years ago, and I don't think that counts, since I gave them out as Christmas gifts. (Sadly, no winners in the bunch, as I recall.)
So, I guess, I will have to continue to live the beleaguered life of the un-enriched... ; )