Tuesday, April 21, 2009

When I Grow Up

I discovered this weekend that the reality of adult life sets in sometime between the age of 6 and 9. One of my nephews was in town this weekend, so I took The Little Russian and Little Clover out for lunch and to the Build A Bear Workshop as a special treat. While at BABW, The Little Russian looked at me and said, "Aunt Irish Clover, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

I replied, "I don't know. Maybe a writer."

He said, "I think you could be a cheerleader."

My son, the 9 year old, listened in and shook his head. At his tender age, he knows I am already a "grown-up" with a career of sorts. I keep telling him I'll be a writer when I'm all grown up, whenever that will be. I'm already working on my skills to be a professional hobbyist.

Since putting down the Noro cable sweater, I've picked up a project from last spring, the Lush and Lacy, knit in Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk. Ironically, I began it last March and put it down a week or so later because it was just too hot to knit alpaca in the Delta April. I don't think this April is reallly any cooler, but the feel of the alpaca on my lap and running through my fingers has been a nice contrast to the cool spring temperatures and chilling spring evenings.

From WIPs

Between the new founded jaded attitude of my son, the youthful optimism of my newphew, and the slightly cryptic message on my Starbucks coffee mug, maybe I do need to think harder about what I want to be when I grow up.

Message from my Starbucks coffee:
Failure's hard, but success is far more dangerous. If you're successful at the wrong thing, the mix of praise and money and opportunity can lock you in.

~ Po Bronson
Writer of What should I do with my life.


gwensmom said...

Hehehe! Maybe you should ask your boss for a transfer to the cheerleading department.

At Home Mommy Knits said...

Love your lush and lacy!

lynseym said...

i love my lush and lacy and your's too!