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Knit and Purls Gone Wild

OK, perhaps the title is a bit overblown.  There were three of us, all women of a certain age together last night at my house, knitting, talking about knitting, each with one small glass of Shiraz. You'll just have to take my word for it, the three of us had about as much fun as can be had as one knits and purls.

We looked something like this, thanks Presto Knits for the photo.
The conversation took a turn away from who was knitting what and how this or that should be done when Pam, a newer member of the group, stated she liked the lap robe I knit for one of my sons.  (Her name was added to my personal reminder e-mail list sent to folks after I write a new post, whether she wanted it or not.)  Pam indicated she'd been reading my blog and we talked about the lap robe.

To spare you the blow by blow, (it may be hazy for me anyway) fast forward to me saying something like I know Mom loves me but there are times when she audibly wonders about my knitting choices.  And that brought us to the post Knitting Trash.  I guess the wine made the entire final part of that post seem really funny and the laughing began, at first in just short chuckles.


The trash post got me talking about the knitted banana skin that was also featured there.  This can be a particularly tricky conversation to have because the banana skin with its zipper and the banana itself separate.  Paul and I had evocative discussions as that banana was being knit.  I'll stop here and let your imagination take you into the conversation we had last night about it.


Moving into even deeper waters I talked about the very first large cupcake I knit following the pattern exactly.  It was covered in white frosting and had a cherry on top.  Think the photo above without the fluffiness.

We laughed ourselves into tears.  Of course Pam and Tena wanted to see these items, but neither live with me any longer.  I found a certain John who was more than happy to take them home with him.  And of course we laughed some more.

John sporting the banana
Pam was the only one who seemed to complete any knitting last night. Tena was stuck on short rows and I was having trouble launching my own new project.  It took me 2 hours to cast on 180 stitches, something that ought to take less than 30 minutes; but with all the laughing I kept losing count.

So knitting can be downright uproarious if one mixes people who own a certain silly sense of humour with a glass of red wine.  Perhaps this wine drinking with knit night shouldn't happen every week, but once in a blue moon, it can be good for the soul.  Oh and that quirkiness in my knitting can be just plain funny at times.


  
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