It had been way too long since I'd been to a meeting of the Stitches in Britches, Chicago's premier men's knitting (and crocheting) group. I was finally able to make it last Tuesday night. Upon the arrival, the first thing I discovered is that Argo Tea now carries soup. I was quite thrilled by this, as it meant that my dinner actually had more than one course (spinach quiche still being the primary one).
The second thing I discovered is that I am horrible at spotting knitters. I managed to walk in, order dinner, search for members of the group, and upon not finding any, grabbing a table of my own. Five minutes later, I saw two fellows knitting at a far table. I'm not really sure how I missed them!
So there were three new folks. I'm horrible with names, and I can't remember this fellow's name.
I do remember (for some freakish reason) that this fellow's name is Sheldon. He crochets.
And one of them (I think his name was a derivative of Byron, but I'm not sure) left before I remembered to get a picture. Darn the luck!
Veteran member Charlie was there, and it was great to see him again. (See, I do remember names eventually!)
We had a marvelous time just hanging out, talking, and doing our craft. It had been so long, I had almost forgotten how much fun it can be. And somehow, I am just managing to blog about this, even though this all happened over a week ago! In the slightly paraphrased words of Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, "What would the blog have to say about that?"