I have spent about FIVE years working on a scarf.
Ok, that’s not actually true. I spent about a month – in the past five years – actually WORKING on this scarf. Sometimes I have BIG ambitions. So my friend rescued me. And get this, she is the FIRST friend who asked me to dinner withOUT Gooner.
Clarissa loves Gooner. She even knitted Gooner some Norwegian mittens.
But she wanted to just hang out with me. So my husband got to spend father-daughter time with Gooner. WHAT? I was to leave my cherub at home..for hours…and have a conversation with a woman!? My gut reaction was an identity crisis. I don’t drop Gooner off ANYWHERE without being by her side. It isn’t that I don’t trust other people, I just love being a Mom. Which means most everything is better WITH Gooner. Don’t get me wrong, this post is occurring during her morning nap accompanied by a mix of classical music. But I love life WITH her. I also now realize that I can’t sacrifice ALONE time. Q dropped me off at the library where I spent TWO luscious hours by myself. I read magazines. I stared out the window. I sat and did NOTHING but think. I was hit on by a guy, which cracked me up.
Once finished with the library, my friend joined me and we walked downtown Denver searching for a restaurant. Um, almost EVERYTHING was closed…it was 6 pm. I still don’t understand. But we made it. And we knitted.
And we tried to enjoy some bad tea, but we are tea snobs after living abroad. And I successfully convinced her to TRY running. Oh and here is a pic in colour because I LOVE my new periwinkle sweater.
And that, my friends, is how our monthly knitting night came to be. If you are in the area and want to knit, come on!