'This one is for you, Sandie!'
Well, what's
a girl to think? But it seems I got it all wrong because my exuberant
thanks was met with a rather embarrassed apology. It seems the book was
meant for another friend, and what she meant by her words is that this
book would appeal to me too!
I felt
equally embarrassed and fortunately we are both adult enough to laugh about the
situation and let it pass. I've learnt from it too of course. Rather than get
over excited, another time I will check out the meaning rather than assume my
interpretation. And I was glad that we handled it in the way that we did. I
could easily have been overcome with shame or vulnerability and removed my FaceBook
comment in haste, before others saw it. Because some people
can
be unkind or insensitive. But not in that closed group, where
others came in to share their own fopas and said how easy it is to read into
things, especially when written as a text or comment.
And yesterday another friend posted a link
where stories showed that others are human too. See
here
It's good to know I'm not the only one to put my foot in it. Which
brings me nicely to this:
My blog friend Sian, over at 'From High in the
Sky' is a knitter of socks. I immediately thought of her when I saw this pattern book and I admire her half
handkerchief heels and wedge toes even I don't understand how to do these. And in response to my recent 'My Month in
Numbers' post, where I mentioned my love of numbers and sequences, Sian commented that she has
a socks pattern to knit stripes in a Fibonacci sequence? How about that?!
I can't wait to see them! Meanwhile, I know how much Sian loves vintage
knitting patterns, so:
Sian. This one is for you!
No,
really! Happy mail will be in the post
and you do not need to check this out. You read it right!
.........
If YOU
have a sock story, or one about when you have put your foot in it, please do leave
a comment and share. I’d love to hear more!
And if
you think someone else will enjoy reading this post please feel free to share
this too. It’s good to see a humorous side to life!
Just
to clarify, 'putting your foot in it' is a saying here in Britain that means
you've said something amiss, misunderstood, or made a fopa.
POSTSCRIPT:
This morning Blogger is playing up. It won’t allow me to edit and set out the
post as I choose, so apologies for the poor presentation. I will come back
later and hope that the glitches are sorted so that I can put this right. Some
days technology just seems intent on making life difficult!
Louise H has left a new comment on your post "KNIT AND NATTER - PUTTING MY FOOT IN IT":
ReplyDeleteI think I would have made exactly the same assumption Sandie!
My 'thing' is to make perfectly (to me) innocent comments that can be - and usually are by unscrupulous colleagues - taken the wrong way and made into something rude. I did start to make the odd deliberate comment until I found myself using them in general conversations with store cashiers etc - just so not appropriate.
Now those are very pretty wellies - seems a shame to pop them in a puddle! I am sure Sian will be thrilled with that sock pattern. And what a great title for your post :).
ReplyDeleteI would have had exactly the same thought - what a good job you were both able to laugh about it!
ReplyDeleteI can't help but think about Sian whenever I read something that involves handknitted socks. In fact I very nearly bought a ball of wool with a free sock pattern and needles when I was buying some fabric online recently until I gave myself a mental shake and a 'would you really have the patience for doing that?' thought. But I'm kind of regretting it, Sian's socks are rather beautiful ... I wonder if the site still remembers what I had taken out of my checkout basket? ;-) Watch this space!
I'm always getting over excited Sandee! Stay exactly as you are we like you just the way you are! xx
ReplyDeleteI'm always getting over excited Sandie! Stay exactly as you are we like you just the way you are! xx
ReplyDeleteA sock story you say? Well, on Monday, as J sat with his feet up watching TV after work, I glanced down at his socks and thought they looked familiar.
ReplyDeleteMe: "Are those my socks?"
Him: "I don't know? Are they? It was dark when I got dressed this morning."
Me: "Yes, they're mine. They're my nice thick ones."
Him: "Well, you can have them back ... they keep falling down."
Not sure if I was meant to apologise to him for the inconvenience!
I'm glad you ironed out the misunderstanding. It's quite freeing to be able to admit you made a mistake and, as The Bloggess proved, sharing things like that can have such a good outcome!
Really? Oh, wow! That's the nicest thing which has happened to me all week. Thank you so much. I'm so glad I managed to drag myself your direction and happened upon this :)
ReplyDeleteI have a story a bit like your own. The last time I was sick, I staggered back from the doctors to find a postcard on my doorstep. I turned it over and read a lovely message, signed by R. So I emailed R to thank her. Yes, you guessed it...wrong R. And it took a bit of detective work to find the kind sender :)
At the Book Fair, speaking to someone and couldn't remember if she liked to be known as Pam or Pamela.... I opted for Pamela. Shame really, as her name is Patricia!
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes I live by the saying.... I only open my mouth to change feet!