Wednesday nights for the past seven years are usually reserved for knitting circle at Rosie’s Yarn Cellar. I love the amazing women that have become part of my life through this group. If you ever move to a new city or are looking to make some new friends, I definitely recommend joining some type of club or social group. Even if you only have one thing in common with someone, it’s amazing how much more quickly you can click. This is not to say that we’re all the same, we are all vastly different, yet we each enrich each others lives in various ways. I consider myself lucky to belong to this riff-raff group of gals.
On my way to Rosie’s, I usually window shop a bit, grab a coffee or some Yogorino in the summer, and stop by Anthropologie for some inspiration. My most recent jaunt found me coveting woven rainbow colored placemats that I took a photo of to remember.
I always walk through Rittenhouse Park to see the dogs (today I met an 11 week old black lab who was not doing a good job with the sit command), look at the trees, people watch, and usually finish my daily phone call with my dear mom. Today I hit the jackpot and saw a cute twenty-something man with a boombox and a kid-n-play haircut. This and the puppy had me smiling for at least 12 minutes.
My knitting mojo ebbs and flows with the seasons. This month I’m finding myself wanting to start a project with every skein of stash yarn I have. I’m limiting myself to finishing a pair of socks (possibly tonight), and starting a cowl or infinity scarf with some beautiful Manos del Uruguay yarn Sherry gave me for my birthday.
Isn’t it gorgeous? It’s even prettier, loftier and softer in person.
I’ve been saving it for something special, and my fingers are itching to use it. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
The good Wednesdays end with dinner at a local restaurant, some more knitting and raucous laughter. I’m glad to say today was one of those days. Easy friendship, companionship and something to keep your hands busy. Win-win for all.