Imagine the following scenario, yarn-lovers. You’re out for the evening, and you arrive at the venue a little before the friend whom you’ve arranged to meet. So you order a glass of rioja, and look around for somewhere to sit. The bar area is crowded, and there are no tables free. You recognize a vague acquaintance, but you don’t really know them well enough to table-crash, so you smile/wave to them and move on. Eventually you find a low shelf thingy at the back of the room, so you settle yourself on it to wait for your friend. You pull out your knitting (of course), and then you notice this right beside you:-
How very civilised! Should not the entire world offer such facilities (especially doctors’ surgeries and train stations), better still with needles/hooks too, just in case any poor soul has nipped out without their WIP? This, my friends, was a very promising beginning to the evening.
And there was more yarnery to come.
My friend arrived, and we chattered (and chattered) over drinks. It was good to see her. But then we had to move, because our plan was to watch the comedian Jenny Eclair tell us all about middle age. Not that we’ve reached this life-stage quite yet, you understand, but the concept is beginning to loom in a way that suggests it’s not going to give up and go away. Forewarned is forearmed, so we took our seats in the auditorium, ready for the show to begin. We were only very slightly disconcerted to find a piece of semi-naked-Jenny bunting on each of our seats.
In case you don’t know who I’m talking about (I’m conscious that half of you are non-UK), Jenny Eclair is funny. She burst onto stage in the underwear pictured above, and only got round to dressing herself after she’d been making us laugh for a while. She talked about hot flushes. She talked about hormone-driven rage. She talked about exhaustion. She talked about the changing body. She talked a great deal about the menopause.
And can you guess one of the major side-effects of the menopause? Can you? We held our breath whilst we waited for her to educate us. And then she told us what it was:-
There was much laughter at this point, of a kind that people do after gasping because they’ve been unexpectedly rumbled. Quite a few audience-members pointed at their neighbour open-mouthed, and shrieked. (My friend didn’t point at me, and for that alone, I shall eternally love her.)
So Jenny Eclair knits, as of quite recently. 🙂 She even showed us a cute little cat/dog (it was hard to tell from that far back in the auditorium) that she’d made. When she left the stage at the end of the evening she took it with her, saying that she didn’t trust us not to nick it. (She left behind the rest of her props, including a large yellow ball of yarn.) And if you look at her website any time soon, you’ll see her apologizing for tardy blogging due to tapestry. Gotta love a crafter.
She’s not the only crafter on stage, though. Look at this! An entire play about knitting/knitters! There’s no way I’m trekking off to Birmingham but if this was local, I’d be there like a shot. I love the idea that this play will be “performed in the round”, and that knitting amongst the audience is positively encouraged. Let’s hope this show goes on tour, people.