tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post3963190624286863169..comments2024-02-27T04:14:48.904-05:00Comments on Stitch Bitch: Smokey Gets the FingerAnna van Schurmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09545037218589039870noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-91073108260250167172008-05-23T11:49:00.000-04:002008-05-23T11:49:00.000-04:00I love this post. I often think that no one notic...I love this post. I often think that no one notices me, or makes up stories about me...although I am always noticing other people. I met a girl at the gym the other night and I so wanted to tell her that I loved the shoes she had on on Monday. But, then I feel like I might be seen as scary stalker girl.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15055538119434258693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-69514049566593455312008-05-10T05:27:00.000-04:002008-05-10T05:27:00.000-04:00We have it here with dogwalking. We have little s...We have it here with dogwalking. We have little stories for the other dog walkers (who we usually identify by their dogs and/or one major character trait, like Grumpy Cocker Spaniel Man). I know they recognize me by my dog but it still takes me totally by surprise when one of these "total strangers" actually speaks to me. LOL.mainely stitchinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915498269348257624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-54498822702884297202008-05-09T11:10:00.000-04:002008-05-09T11:10:00.000-04:00Working in a suburban location, I drive to work, b...Working in a suburban location, I drive to work, but we have the same phenomena in our cafeteria. My lunch group has comments on a bunch of our more colorful colleagues. Some of them have "names": Sweater man, Rabbit (eats lots of lettuce), Question guy, etc. <BR/><BR/>What's interesting is when you finally meet and get to know one of these characters, because they go from being a one-dimensionalAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06452682935744860737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-85747578504456001902008-05-09T10:58:00.000-04:002008-05-09T10:58:00.000-04:00I ride the underground and then switch to a bus an...I ride the underground and then switch to a bus and have a ton of back stories for the people that I see everyday and we never speak - I often wonder what they have made up about me?????? With my backpack covered in dozens of pin-back pins..I wonder what is thought of them... I guess I will have to wonder?Edgarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00837185107544953448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-57155124885928682402008-05-08T21:01:00.000-04:002008-05-08T21:01:00.000-04:00That must have been my BF! He always calls my stit...That must have been my BF! He always calls my stitching "knitting", although for some unknown reason it turned into "crocheting" today. He jokes that my dog calls him on the phone on Thursdays (stitching night with the girls) and tries to convince him to come visit and feed her marshmallows and/or McD's hamburglers "because Mommy is too busy knitting my outfit tonight to pay any attention to me!"xeyedmaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00884422944735171168noreply@blogger.com