My co-worker greeted me this morning with "I was talking about you this weekend."
"Uh oh!" says I, "To anyone I know?"
"Nope," he replied, "One my buddies asked me if I know anyone who knits. Ordinarily, I'd have to say no...."
I laughed because he shares his hockey stories with me, and I share my knitting tales with him. "So why was your friend asking?"
"Well, he has a pair of gloves and a hat with a hockey logo that his Grandma knit for him and they're wearing out."
"And his grandma has passed?" I asked.
"Yeah. And he'd like to replace them."
How sweet! I handed my co-worker my card, and quoted a low price. Truthfully, I'd be privileged to carry on the tradition of such well-loved grandmotherly knitting.