Since I started working outside the home, I have taken nine stitches (I counted). (It was the first nine of the top pear.) Tuesday night I brought my stitching with me to the hairdresser and got a knot in my floss before I even took one stitch. I didn't have my cheaters and the light was bad, so the stitching went back in the bag.
I've made some progress as you can see.
The other day one of my colleagues was showing off socks she had knit. We got to talking, and she invited me to come to the knitting circle* on Wednesday. Meet at her cubicle just before lunch, we were driving over.
At ten to twelve, I walked up to her cubicle and she was gone! I was devastated--mostly because I couldn't remember where they met. Fortunately someone saw her car still in the lot, so I raced down the stairs and out the door. She saw me and pulled over. "I kept saying I thought I was forgetting someone!" she exclaimed. I stepped over the dead squirrel, and off we went.
It's quite a diverse group and growing exponentially. My friend brought three newbies along, for example. We were about 14, so we had to move from the parlor to a more exposed location. The students were intrigued. There were a lot of "whoa!s" and "What are they doing?" murmurs, though none approached us. Anyway, it was delightful to be back among the stitchers.
So, good news, I'll be stitching and have things to show. Woot!
*They're looking for a better name. It's mostly knitters, a couple of crocheters, and the one cross-stitcher. If you have ideas, submit them.