A few days ago I saw a guy knitting in public.
He was knitting something pink.
More accurately, the yarn was pink with flecks of white and flecks of grayish-browny.
I almost asked him what he was making, but I didn’t, because sometimes I am inexplicably shy.
There is just something about seeing boys knitting that causes intense happiness. I cannot possibly be the only one who feels this.
Here is a picture of a guy friend of mine knitting, although I have done the whole ridiculous putting-a-black-bar-over-his-eyes thing, since I have not asked his permission to post this anywhere. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, but I’m getting a kick out of the stupid black bar over his eyes so I think I’ll keep it there.
FYI, I’m pretty sure he’s single right now. In case the Mohawk is a selling point for anybody, though, I must regretfully inform you that he has recently gotten rid of it.