After makin' the trivia tonight at La Merde, I hung out and sucked down a few drinks. I noticed that a gent on the bar stool next to me was busily knitting away. I couldn't ascertain quite what he was creating, as the shape was like nothing I'd ever knitted. Mind you, I can only knit in a straight line, so all I've ever made is scarves, blankets, and leg warmers. I was curious, so I asked the fellow what he was working on. "A posing G-string," said he. He was making up his own pattern as he merrily knitted along, complete with a generously proportioned bulge at the business end of the thong. We chatted about knitting techniques for a few minutes; he recommended that I try making a hat when I'm finally ready to branch away from scarves. I told him it was a pleasure meeting him, for indeed it was, then dashed off to catch my last bus home. 

 

That seems very Portland to me - a nice, wholesome, creative pastime utilized to create naughty, sexy home-made goods. We Portlanders are a resourceful lot. And we're nasty, too.

 

This has been A Classic Portland Encounter with ShanRock. See you next time.