Postcard from a Wedding
Just back from a wedding in North Carolina. So fun.
I keep replaying moments from the weekend. The happy couple were so easy with each other, such a shine on them. So many kind people in the mix. All these young folks telling me about the things they’re doing, the grown ups watching it all with our own thoughts about marriage swirling around in our heads. Weddings are like that: a prism through which everybody sees their own lives, their own families, their own relationships.
It was the wedding of my college roommate’s son. I basically knew nobody there, so I had conversations with tablemates about all sorts of things. It was tempting to say I was an astronaut or a world champion chess master, but I resisted the impulse and steadily told people that the knitting world is where I live most days.
You know how it is: people respond to this declaration in a variety of ways. Without fail, I’m told about grandmothers/aunts/mothers/sisters who knit. Dormant or lapsed knitters say they used to knit or tried to knit. And sometimes I’m met with a quizzical look.
My favorite is when somebody has just discovered knitting. It’s so great to hear this. At the wedding, I knew that there was a new knitter—my roommate’s daughter—who wanted to try her hand at socks, so I took her a Bento Bag with two skeins of sock yarn. I deliberately included the most zoingy shades of Barnyard Knits possible:
I knew she would likely never go for such wild colors on her own, being a low-key sort of person. So I explained that socks are a special kind of knitting, and you don’t really have to follow your normal impulses. They’re all about surprise, the handknit socks.
My roommate knows about surprise. A respectable Methodist minister, she stepped onto the dance floor with her son for their dance together. Aw, sweet moment ahead, right? Few would have guessed that their mother-son moment would be a stupendous booty-busting throwdown to Earth, Wind & Fire’s “Shining Star.”
I remember my roommate dancing on tables in college, so this all made total sense to me. It was perfect.