My knitting fortunes are raining down on me.
Not only did I spend Saturday surrounded by yarn, in-store designs and long-time knitting friends, but Monday I did the same.
Years ago, when I first set myself up with a home computer, there was such an Internet beast as newsgroups. I belonged to a knitting newsgroup and one day there was a message from a knitter in nearby St. Marys. She was my age - about - married, as am I and a knitter. Despite dire warnings (from my children) about the types of people that lurk on the 'net' I didn't think I could get into too much trouble with a knitter. I contacted her.
We agreed to meet. Marlene brought along another knitting friend - her kids had given her those same warnings - and the rest as they say is history. A trio-of-knitting-friends history.
Then, life intervened. Marlene lost her husband suddenly and retreated from life for awhile. I moved away. But thank goodness for the fibre that binds a knitting friendship. This summer, Marlene came to visit and yesterday I returned the favour, visiting her in her beautiful new home St. Mary's.
Lots of laughs. Lots of food. lots of fibre, lots of patterns and knitting stories. Such fun.