She barely cleared my countertop. Short, comfortably round, and smiling behind large round glasses, she began to gather the many skeins of ruffled yarn out of her shopping cart. Now this was a sweet grandma. I bet she makes great cookies.
"What do you think about these colors?" She asked me with a warm smile. "I think they will show up quite nicely don't you think?"
I realized every skein was practically glowing in neon tones. Yellow, Blue, Pink, Green, Magenta—it was like someone had condensed the 80's into a pile of yarn. "They are—um, pretty bright! I am sure you will be able to see it well in the dark."
"That's what I thought too. I am making long scarves for the strippers. I sell them to them. See they can't use feather boas because they shed too much, and management doesn't like it. So I can crochet these frilly scarves and it gives the girls something to work with. I think they will look great under the blacklites."
"That's, um, wow. Your total is $45.68 Ma'am."
"Okay. I gotta get these home, then head over to the ladies club at church. We make items for charitable organizations to use."
Like long, neon frilled scarves perhaps?