Mossy Cottage Knits

The Come-Down Was Not Pretty

You know what’s fun? Being at work, where everyone’s all serious, and everything is so high tech, and you have to be so proper and professional, and you go to wash your mug and a bunch of tiny little bubbles escape from the detergent bottle and float around the break room. That’s what’s fun!

Our Guild does a wonderful job of thinking up events for every month, they really do. August is usually a quiet month with low attendance so the Board schedules the major events, like speakers, “fashion shows” and classes, during the other months and plans something a little more mellow for August. This month they held an “ice-cream social” with seating organized by knitting interest—Fair Isle, Lace, Baby Clothes, Socks, etc.—to encourage us to sit with new people, not just the old cronies and sidekicks we make a panicked beeline for every month. It worked quite well. Right away I met quite a few people that I’d never met before and we chatted about this and that and it was all very genteel... Then the vanilla ice cream and chocolate ice cream and chocolate sauce and whipped cream and maraschino cherries kicked in—think after-burners launching a fighter jet off the deck of an aircraft carrier, and you’ve got the idea—and conversation throughout the room became rapid and staccato and high-pitched and giggly, and the seating arrangement was abandoned in favor of indiscriminate wandering and visiting and grabbing of people’s knitted items for closer eyeballing. (The grabbing and eyeballing is expected, even encouraged. No one is ever offended, especially since, in our sugar-induced hysteria, no single item was very interesting for very long.) Ice cream, knitting, the company of other knitters…it was lovely.

During the “wandering” portion of the evening’s festivities, I got to do one of my favorite things: Meet a Dear Reader. This time it was local knitter Karen Jo. What a lovely, sweet woman! (See, that’s the nice thing about having a blog. From behind the security of my computer, my overly large monitor, and blogging software, I can say things that wouldn't otherwise say because, seriously, that was my first impression. But I can’t say “Hey, Karen Jo, I’ve known you all of 30 seconds and I think you’re lovely and sweet,” because then she and Evelyn Clark would go off to a corner somewhere and share notes about being stalked by the same wacko. And then my membership at Guild would be mysteriously canceled. And then I would get a letter from the Guild telling me my membership would be reinstated but only if I took a urinalysis test, and who would want that?)

That’s it for today, my online chums. Since I’ve spent most of the last week knitting one baby sock six times, and am still not satisified—although I can tell you that TMK’s Margaritaville must be 50% merino/50% iron, considering how many times the same 10 yards of yarn has been frogged and knit up again with little or no wear and tear—and since I don’t have much else, I’ll leave you with this wonderful Kooky Kraft that was posted on one of my forums. Enjoy!