One of my resolutions this year was to find knitting friends. I can check it off my list - I did it. *blush*
Every other Tuesday, a group meets at the Harmony Bar. Harmony is located in a bohemian neighborhood of Madison. I imagine the bartender there asks patrons "the usual?". I hadn't been there in 15 years, first I missed it and then I admit that I drove around the blocks several times wondering if I could walk in alone... I mean, maybe there would be no place to park, maybe no knitters would be there, maybe I was too early. I don't think I am good at meeting people - but I want some nearby knitting friends, so I knew I what I had to do. Worst case scenario - I would walk in the front door and out the back, right? I would have still counted this as progress for the wall flower. em.
Anyways, I saw a little group at a back table. I stalked up and breathlessly announced "I'm Peaknit, and it took a lot of courage for me to come in here.":) whew, big breath. (talk about just jumping in with the potential of looking like a totally friendless fool) The knitters were so welcoming. I sat down, ordered a fabulous Blue Cheese burger and pulled out my scarf. (I knew enough to take mindless knitting, so I could focus) The talk was easy, these ladies were so fun. One specifically said "we swear a lot", oh thank you - I'm home.
The group grew to about 12+ women through the evening. One of their husbands works with mine. The world is small - and a nice one. I am glad I went and will count the days til I go again. To further impress upon you the severity of my nerdness, I came home and wrote down the names of everyone I could remember, looked them up in a Madison ravelry group and wrote their Rav names next to their real names. I'm nothing if not studious.
Anyways, because I think every posts needs something pretty, my scarf:
The Brulee. A great way to incorporate some handspun. It only awaits fabulous buttons. I stole this entire inspiration from knitPhilistine, see hers here - right down to the Mission Falls buttons. I confessed my copycattedness to her and she offered to get me some buttons at her yarn store. Where does the kindness of knitters end? Of course, I hope I never find out.
p.s. Tuesday rocked a lot actually. I got a huge report for Court off my desk and delivered to the court house. So I took the afternoon off and treated myself to Revolutionary Road at the theater before the knit group. Great acting - but middle class peoples who had higher hopes could leave awful damn depressed. "I'm too well read to be at a job I hate" - says Leonardo Di Caprio. Peaknit says - get a hobby!