The Knitters Came. The Knitters Went.
After they left, the house was almost spotless.
Before they came, the fridge was empty.
After they left, the fridge was full.
Before they came, my cat was semi-normal.
After they left, he was a porn star.
Before they came, I was uninspired and bored with knitting.
After they left, I was motivated and full of ideas.
I hosted a “Taste of Yarn” this past weekend. I totally ripped the idea off from some other blog but I have no idea who it was…and they did it at a yarn store. If it’s you that I picked it up from let me know in the comments. Credit where credit is due – that’s my motto.
Rob and I scrubbed and shopped and generally worried about the size of our house and the placement of the silverware. Okay, we didn’t REALLY worry about the silverware. Really all I had to do was blink, because these ladies took care of it all. They brought food, yarn, and alcohol. THEN THEY CLEANED IT ALL UP!
Let that sink in for a minute.
Not only did they clean but they left me yarn, booze, leftovers, and a headache. Oh, wait. The headache was from the Sangria. Stitchy had to mix up an extra batch, that’s how good it was.
I ended up not really knitting too much. I was too distracted by the ladies and all of their shannigans. Colleen was drinking out of the pitcher of Sangria. Melanie, Maryse, Stitchy, and Elisa got into a fist fight over our cat, FutureMan. Jackie was buried in Fiber, I think I saw her even try to eat some. Kellee was running out of the house into the dark of the night looking for the thing that set off her car alarm – never you mind that she was alone running into the night. Poor Ben was trying to catch up on all the eating that went on before she got to the house (she got lost.) Alison was mumbling something about socks, how she’s obsessed with socks, where are the socks. Kerstin was quite as a mouse…I’m sure she was plotting her next move in her war against our government. Keiko was lost in the couch…I’m not even sure she left, I should go check to make sure she’s not there. Amy was so happy to be wearing white pants that I was afraid she was going to burst (and ruin her white pants in the process.) And Kris was hell bent on finishing her scarf – I had to keep people out of needle range.
Whew. With all of that to keep up with it’s amazing I didn’t get hurt in the process.
Mwah.
It rocked, I so recommend letting strangers* into your house. Unfortunately, the stranger ones among us weren’t able to make it (Julia, Erin, and Johanna.) Kidding, I actually had dreams about getting a hug from Julia. Seriously, have you met this woman? She has the wing span of a Phoenix. Her hugs are awesome and as she says, “Bigger is better!” Erin’s peanut butter pie was missed as well. I mean, what the hell is a party without peanut butter pie!? Johanna, well she’s in Mexico and really, it’s hard to feel sorry for her.
*actually none of these women were strangers. They one rule I had for the evening was that the only people I could let into my house were people I had met in person. That and they all had to be fingerprinted before they walked in the door.
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