Amanda Knits

This week I ended up sitting next to one of the strangest ajummas I've ever met. Two of them, actually, though only one was a bit strange.

I was knitting and she was very curious. She wanted me to slow down so she could watch, she was chatting with me in Korean. OK, fair enough. Then she started stroking my hands and saying that they're so soft and if I keep knitting they'll get "mountains" (veins) like her hand has. Then she held both of our hands out to compare the skin color. She complained that she was black next to me. She gave me some lotion, then grabbed my hand to smell it. She forced me to take the lotion ("gift, gift!" she said in Korean). This all sounds somewhat sweet, right?

I was wearing a lightweight jacket and a v-neck t-shirt. She asked if I was wearing a shirt. I said yes and then she unzipped my jacket to check.

I so wish I were kidding.