Nineteen years ago yesterday, on a cold Saturday morning, I sat down at our clunky…
The Team Boston Closing Ceremonies Party hosted by Cara was a blast! Like so many of these gatherings, there was knitting and laughing and eating and drinking. And, you know what? You’ll just have to take my word for it because I didn’t take a single picture. Nope. Not one.
I thought about the camera during the fashion show. I thought about it some more when Cara dumped her whole bag of Jaywalker socks on the floor for everyone to admire. I thought about it when I was admiring Lucia’s beautiful Trellis. I even thought about it when Maryse and Stitchy and Grumperina and Wendy and Teresa and Dale and I were still hanging around bugging Cara at the end of the night. But the beer and the chocolate took over my brain and that was the end of all thoughts of the camera.
So, I sat around and gabbed and ate. I didn’t knit a single stitch but I had a blast. And so did Dale, who was in tow mostly because I was leary of driving into an unfamiliar part of the city on my own. But Dale’s a sport and he had fun putting faces with names he recognized from comments on this here blog. On the way home he sheepishly (get it? sheepishly? because we’re all about the sheep here at Carole Knits) admitted that he almost nodded off when we were swapping blog stories, but I’m not sure any of us would have noticed even if he had fallen asleep, we were so busy talking!
To make up for my camnesia yesterday, I do have pictures of the finished Olympic socks. Real pictures, that is, not photoshopped images of various athletes wearing my socks.
I wore them for the first time yesterday and the fit is perfect. I’d knit these again in a heart beat.