Drinkin' and knittin'

No really, it's an idea of mine.

See, the stich n' bitch closest to my house is filled with really nice ladies, who can knit.
They meet at a coffee house on monday nights.

See, even though they are really nice, mondays are bad for me, and frankly, I want a adult beverage, sometimes.

So, Knittin' and drinkin' is born.
Anybody can come

The first meeting will be on January 22, at 6pm at The Webster wine bar.
You can Mapquest where it is, if you don't know.
(I know, I said mondays are bad for me...they are. Mostly because I'm usually in the city...the Oak Park stich n' bitch is closest to me.)

A couple of things to note:

The venue is not smoke free. This might be a problem for some. It isn't for us.
If it is a problem for you, simply don't show up. Really.

There are several newcomers to knitting. If you don't want to spend time helping them, you don't have to. Just. Be. Nice.

We haven't set the venue for all time. This is a purely experimental group. We are open to new places.

To wit, we are not associated with Webster wine bar. They will not know what the fuck you are talking about if you contact them. Please leave a comment if you have any questions.

Oh, and crochet and other needlework? Totally cool. I wouldn't recommend bringing a quit frame, however.

Cool.

So, I'm crazy into knitting now that my hand is almost back to full capacity. I can open a bottle of wine, too. Pretty cool, huh? Open jars? Check.

The problem seems to be that I have a choice.

Spin

or

Knit

Not both. So, I've been knitting. I finished the Doctor's socks. I'm working on a pair of my own.
I've finished a feather and fan lace scarf, and I've been plugging away on both Izzy's sweater and the good doctor's sweater.

I'm also buying tickets to burning man today.

Yes, I do want to run around, covered in dust, in the middle of the desert.
Yes, I have lost my fucking mind.
Yes, I do consider it a-poc-o-lyp-so training.