Several years ago I lost about 25 pounds. It took a long time and regular exercise has helped me keep most of it off. When inclement weather or early darkness prevent me from running outdoors, I use the treadmill at a very inexpensive yet perfectly adequate gym in my neighborhood. By anyone’s calculation, the monthly fee is less than I was paying in gas to drive to and from my old workout spot.
But that’s not the point of this story.
A few months ago, a thrift store opened up in the strip mall where the gym is located. After a recent workout, I decided to pop in and see if I could find a humorous gift to bring to a Yankee Swap party. The search was a bust, but as I was leaving I took note of the very clean and organized book section. I’m a sucker for books and, until my recent foray into the de-accumulation phase of life, I had a house full of them.
So I paused to check out the selection in the craft section and what to my wondering eyes did appear:
Yup, a hardcover copy of EZ‘s Knitting Workshop. Well, I already own a copy but I decided to buy it anyway and pass it along to a deserving friend. While I waited in line to check out, I opened the cover and nearly fainted:
Signed and dated by The Master herself.
I hurriedly paid and dashed home to investigate further.
In the back of the book, I found a receipt from the Wooly West (when it was a bricks and mortar LYS) and a purple flier announcing that EZ would be in Salt Lake City “on October 8th and 9th to conduct 2 workshops.” The receipt is dated October 8, 1985 and shows that a customer named Carlotta purchased the workshop and a copy of the book for $10.00. Provenance!
I should be content, right? Wrong. I became obsessed with the possibility that more knitting gems were finding their way to the shelves of the thrift store. So I did what any knitter in my position would do. I went to the gym — a lot. And I found other lovely pretties, but nothing else by EZ.
When I confessed my antics to the owner of my LYS, her son, and my favorite student, they confirmed what I knew in my heart. Lightening doesn’t strike twice. I was wasting my time, even if I was getting plenty of exercise. I believe the words “setting yourself up for disappointment” were uttered by someone.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, guess what paperback I found yesterday:
Lightening does strike twice.
See you at the gym tomorrow!!