Knitting retreat wrap-up
I really didn’t take a lot of photos this weekend. It just wasn’t that kind of ‘do. The six pictures I did take, referencing mostly the incredible Bloody Mary concoctions, can be found myah. We knit a lot, we talked a lot. We learned how to make polymer clay buttons/toggles/whatsits, and I learned just how much fun it is to run clay through a pasta maker. I could do that all day.
We also made beaded stitch holders – mine is awesome and orange. I have a bunch of bead stuff at home, so I might just use it up by making stitch holders.
Non knitting events included watching half of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, America’s Sweethearts, and Party Girl. The first two movies were chosen because they supposedly had knitting in them. Breakfast at Tiffany’s crapped out halfway through, so we’ll never know, and I watched the whole goddamn multiple-star vehicle that is America’s Sweethearts and missed the knitting scene. (I was knitting.) Party Girl was the third movie shown because I just got it from Amazon on Thursday, and really really wanted to watch it.
After spending quality time with the owner (Leslie) of Crazy Girl Yarn Shop, I’m determined more than ever to some day run a knitting store. You don’t have to be a business person to have a successful venture. If people enjoy themselves, the store will be successful.
This is exactly why I don’t understand how the Knitting Shoppe in Iowa City is still going. Anyway, I’m totally inspired, and now am scheming a way to make library science apply to the organization of yarn.
If I can remember anything about having seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s, I want to say there’s a scene where she says she has taken up knitting. I can’t for the life of me remember the context or why or where, but maybe I’m making this up to somehow incorporate it’s awesomeness in to it. Speaking of knitting, I’m pretty far gone on that mint green scarf and it’s delicious. My mother agrees. Glad to hear your weekend was good.
P.S. I hope my e-mail found you safely. I hope I’m not seen as a pilates failure because I suck at directions. Pouring rain storm + me with directions I poorly transcribed + mini van = disaster! Second chance, or no?
Not intellectual? Ouch, that hurt. But that’s okay, we put on our big girl panties today.
Crazy Girls
Blogging drunk posts is not always the brightest idea, especially if you don’t check them over for random ” floating about, or not really explain stuff.
I get pretentious, and overly big for my britches – so I like coming home and getting a reality check. These knitters were all whip smart – and not pretentious. It’s the perfect balance, and I find myself wobbling a lot.