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This weekend was a blur. I spent some quality time with the Usual Suspects (the T.G.K.W.B
on Sunday. Dang! Did you know that knitter are not only fabulous people, filled with grace, humor and kindness…but that they can cook too?! Whew, I returned home after six hours of chatting it up, laughing my arse off, discussing the finer points of sweater design and EATING. I swear it was midnight when I returned home (disguised as 6 p.m.)Thank you Claudia for opening your home to us, ’twas fabulous time. It made me so anxious for SPA
“What’s up with the title of this Post dear Bookish?”
I am so glad you asked! Stitchy and I were discussing the madness over at Harlot’s place. It seems that both of us were resisting for the same reason – we didn’t think we could do that to our marriages. Now, Rob is a supportive and loving knitting widower. Insanity disguised as competition? Now this might push him toward the court house.
While discussing my competitive edge with the hubbers we decided that you could go one of two ways with this – skill or pace. You could do something technically challenging or you could try to set a land speed record. Me, I think I would do better with an entry that challenges me to knit something quickly. Cause, I’m slow…and while I love finishing, I usually stall before I get there. I haven’t figured out where I’m going with my entry. But, I do know that I’m entering.
Back to the Stitchster and our conversation. Somewhere, somehow a brain farted between us and an idea was born. Kellee joined into the fun and offered to host this effort to build community and spread insanity.
My friends we have – Team Boston. Live in Boston? Crazy is as crazy does – Please, read this lovely invite engraved on the finest parchment for your tactile pleasure.
As you all know, The Yarn Harlot. Not only is she challenging our knitting bravado, she is asking us to put our collective sanity on the line for her amusement (sure, she’ll say it’s so we can feel some sense of accomplishment, but really, she wants to see us squirm). And against every instinct I possess, I have decided to take up this challenge.
But I can’t do it alone.
Obsession Kellee, Stitchy McYarnpants and I have decided to co-sponsor Team Boston in the first annual Knitting Olympics.
What does it take to join Team Boston? Got yarn? Got a wicked pissah accent? You’re in. If you live within, let’s say, an hour of Boston, you are hereby a Boston Knitter. We’ve set up a team blog so participants can upload photos and update whenever they want! Share your progress or disappointing lack thereof. Delight in the thrill of your teammates victories or relish in the agony of their defeat (and in the case of sock knitters, de feet). But mostly, improve your odds of actually finishing something using the tried and true method of mob rule.
If youâ€™ve joined the Harlotâ€™s Olympics and want to participate in our little support group, send an email to teambostonknitters at Yahoo dot com (youâ€™ll have to turn that into an actual email address. Consider it your first test as a team member).
-your first name (or however you’d like to appear in the sidebar)
-blog name and address if you have one, though it’s not necessary
-what you’re knitting, if you’ve decided (if you’ve already posted a photo of what you’re making, include that link).
Weâ€™ll reply with info that will allow you to become a Guest Poster. Since humans are actually dispensing the invitations manually, you probably wonâ€™t get an immediate response, but rest assured, we’ll get to you as soon as possible.
We’ve also created an email address for any questions you may have for us. It’s teambostonknitters at Yahoo dot com (hey! that’s the same address as above, we’re geniuses).
Don’t wanna knit but would like to cheer? There is a place for you too…
Click the button below to go to the Team Boston Blog!