Between knitting my own scarves, trying to make a living, trying to raise a granddog Yorkie into the wonderdog I know he can become, monitoring the Red Scarf Fund donations and prizes, monitoring and cheerleading in the many blog spaces and Ravelry spaces with regard to the Red Scarves, answering the many questions that all those things generate, trying to hang onto my good health, and getting ready to take the LSAT (just for the hell of it) on Saturday, I will admit to this: I'm feeling just a bit overwhelmed. I feel like I must sound like a broken record, droning on and on about it all, and because I've written so much about this project over the years, I feel like there can't be yet one more thing I have not said or one more lingering question.
I realize that's because I'm hideously self-centered and I figure that each and every one of you has read, digested, memorized and clung to every word I've ever written in my blog for six years.
I am reminded daily (hourly!) that to many folks this is an entirely new project, and I am a blogger that they've never heard of as well. Gone are the halcyon days when there were, oh, maybe 100 bloggers, and *I* was one of the newbies, and everyone knew everyone. Now there are 200 million bloggers and 65 and a half trillion people on Ravelry, many of whom have never even heard of a blog, or if they have heard of them, they have negative-2-on-a-scale-of-1-to-10 interest in them. In other words, WE'RE DINOSAURS. I'm reminded of a memory that is a source of repeated belly laughs for me and my friend Leigh, with whom I have attended every New York Sheep & Wool (and a couple of Marylands) for the past six years.
Two years ago, when Ravelry was in its relative infancy, but it had grown exponentially over the year previous, Sandy, Leigh and I were walking the grounds of Rhinebeck wearing our Ravelry ID badges. People would see the Ravelry buttons and rush up to other people to read their names, "Who are you? Who are you?" "Norma." "Hm," one person said, looking me in the eye, squinting a bit. "Never heard of you." My friends and I laughed and really rather loved it, because this was an almost 180-degree turnaround to what might have happened to us just the year before. Then it would be, "Oh, Norma! Leigh! Sandy!"
We had our moment in the sun, and it was eclipsed. We had become passé in just a year or two. It was kind of nice, actually. Much more relaxing a way to spend one's festival.
But worse (or better?) than the "I've never heard of you" comment was the one that was addressed to Leigh, a little bit later that same day: "Are you someone important?" asked the questioner who had rushed over not to really see Leigh, but to see her nametag and find out if, yes indeed, she was someone IMPORTANT.
Hello?
Anyhoo. We can't stop laughing. Let me just share with you: Leigh has a design or two on Knitty. She has a blog that's been around longer than my blog, and has a much bigger subscriber list than mine. The thing is, her life's gotten so busy that she's not updating her blog much anymore. She's moved on. Me, I'm still clinging to it. But yes, indeed, she is important.
And so are these folks:
Photo used with permission of Gale Zucker -- Well, at least the first time I used it in a blog post she gave me her permission. I'm quite sure she will this time, too.
If you are new to my blog or new to this project, you might want to read this post. Or if you have been around all along and have digested, memorized and clung to my every word, you might just want to read it again.
And if you have questions about the guidelines, and why there are guidelines or whatnot that are not answered on the Orphan Foundation website, please peruse my Red Scarf blog or my Red Scarf Project category for reams and reams of clear and concise explanations. And the occasional rant.
That's Gale and me in New Hampshire, on the day we first met, in January of 2007. It was the coldest day of the year (I swear!) and we met two delightful OFA students at one of their colleges, heard their stories, and photographed red scarves.
In internet time, that is approximately 149 years ago. But Gale and I are both still here, plugging the Red Scarf goodness.
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