So, if you should happen to have the chance to spend your birthday at a Sock Summit or similarly knitting oriented extravaganza, may I just take a moment to recommend it quite highly. Yesterday, I started with a “second breakfast” befitting the occasion (cupcake held from a purchase day before, from Cupcake Jones),
did some crazy awesome swatching with Cookie A and ‘oddball stitches’,
then convinced fellow classmate Jane to come with me to split a hamburger sandwiched between two grilled cheese sandwiches (thank you, Brunch Box – we regretted nothing), then picked up knitter Johanna and stopped at the Saturday Market for ice cream.
Then I filled a notebook listening to photography wisdom from Franklin Habit,
joined with several hundred other knitters for a “super secret” (maybe not so secret) flash mob,
and then met up with a bunch of more knitters for dinner.
Thanks, knitters! Can we do it all again next weekend? I don’t think I want Sock Summit to end.
