Overheard last night outside Waterloo station: "so, tomorrow night, I'm heading to the gym. Why? Because that's where all the single women will be, right? Yeah!" If only the meat-headed losers had known that less than 100 yards away there was a pub with around 30 women (and a lone man) of all ages happily knitting away. Yes, last night I went to my very first Stitch & Bitch meet-up and picked up a pair of knitting needles for the first time in 18 years.
Kate, Housemate and I had a brief moment of uber-tweeness when we were too shy to approach the hordes of knitters, but we eventually picked our way between balls of yarn and said hello. And then ran away again. We are so cool. We crammed onto a sofa, Kate cast on for me and the stitching (and also bitching) began.
One of the best things was the reactions of other people. One woman came over, wide-eyed and giddy, to ask what we were doing. "I want to come but if I told my boyfriend I was going knitting he'd think I was having an affair!" she gasped. She dragged him over later to survey us. He nodded grimly at us. Their relationship was saved.
I had no real idea what I wanted to make so I just...knitted:
It might be a coaster. Or a scarf. Or a patch for a quilt.
Next week I am going to learn to purl. This may be hampered by the fact I will also be drinking cocktails.