I hate gender stereotyping, but for the sake of brevity, my Richmond girls are my girls.
And I love them.
I have to giggle whenever i tell my cool trendy co-workers (at my cool trendy clothing store workplace) that i’m going to my knit night. They frown and question me with a confused expression. “Your knitting night?” they say as if they might have heard wrong.
I smile, thinking “OH, if only you knew…”
My girls are definitely not what non-knitters would think of when i say knitting group. The richmond knitters are a true SnB, Debbie Stoller style. We range in age from around 25 to 65, with most of us 30 -45. Some of us have children, most of us don’t. Some of us work full time, some casually, some are professionals, some are artists, some are even unemployed (for the moment – career changes ftw!). We are so different, coming from many countries and backgrounds.
What we all are though is passionate, clever and FUCKING HILARIOUS. sorry for the expletives, but i need to express just how awesome my girls are. People who have this nana-ish image of knitters in their head have no idea about the kind of wonderful conversation we have and the trust and friendship we share.
Last night was a little end-of-year get together and there was great food, excellent cocktails and wonderful company to be had. Conversations ranged from family, to work, to things that are best not discussed in print.
And again i had to giggle, thinking, if only those doubters knew how wonderfully wicked and fun my girls are.
sorry if this post is repetitive, but it bears repeating. Also, i may or may not have had most of a bottle of red.
here is an obligatory knitting photo…
that is not of knitting, but of handspun yarn. just keeping it real.
handspun superwash merino – 3 ply, but sadly not enough for socks. *fail*