Aw hell, we were knitting at the library yesterday. We ran out of chairs. Next month we’re just going to take over the lobby.
You learn a lot about people when you sit around and knit together. I can’t possibly capture it all, and I probably shouldn’t even try. Here are a few tidbits:
First egg cozy I’ve seen all year. (This is the famous Weekend Knitting egg cozy. I hate to say it, but it kind of looks like a small sweater to me. Most eggs don’t have arms, just sayin. Please don’t say anything to Cheryl about this.)
Cheryl had a lot to show this month–not only does this librarian organize this knitting group, she makes stuff like crazy.
Cheryl is on the verge of some seriously coordinated apron/dishcloth work.
Cheryl reminded us about a great place online to buy last-minute gifts: Thistle Farms, maker of delicious-smelling balms and scents. The women who run the company are part of Magdalene, a residential program in Nashville for recovering prostitutes. An extraordinary program.
Meg, who is a chef in town, was finishing up a pair of mittens for her four-year-old Henry. She felted a thrift-store sweater, traced Boy’s hands, stitched up the mittens, and as we watched, she added a ribbed cuff. They look like Warner Brothers cartoon mittens.
In the course of discussing mittens, the state of the restaurant business, and why it can be sort of tricky to write a knitting book while also writing a knitting blog, it came out that Meg’s husband is Paul Burch, a country/roots/bluegrassy/pop/modern musician. This was news to me–I have a lot of trouble keeping up, you know. Right this minute I’m listening to Paul singing “Little Glass of Wine” with Ralph Stanley, the bluegrass deity whose “O Death” was a big moment in the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. Paul’s newest album is East to West–recorded in Mark Knopfler’s London studio, which is cool. Highly recommended.
This trio was a total crack-up. Peggy, the one who’s knitting, gets the distance award this month. She’s in town visiting from Thomaston, Georgia (about an hour from Opelika, Alabama, to pin it down for you). Peggy’s daughters deposited mom at the library, told us all sorts of snarky/lovey things about their mom, then ditched out as fast as was polite. Peggy told us that she had a 50% success rate in teaching her children to knit. As far as I could tell, she had a 100% success rate in raising fine daughters.
Somebody, please provide provenance for this yarn. Cheryl had it and forgot what it is. It’s sock weight, and it’s gargeous. Isn’t it great?
Jennifer whipped out this inventory of knitting needles. She travels, always, with them. Her tote bag (which some might call a satchel, or valise, or suitcase, or portable warehouse the size of a large dog) is definitely apocalypse-ready. I think she has a bunch of Meals Ready to Eat in there.
Idle thought: we had a pair of midwives in our midst. Marecha and Lindsey-with-an-E need to start a midwifery blog, seeing as how they just finished their masters at Vanderbilt. I am fascinated by midwives.
Go ahead and mark your calendar for Monday, January 8, when we’ll be gathering at the downtown library again. We will be celebrating Elvis Presley’s birthday by reading whatever poems about Elvis we can dig up.