Knitting Circle

This evening I had my first ever cafe crawl. Much like the pub crawls discussed, but never experienced in college, this cafe crawl had similar rules, save instead of the intent to be inebriated, the intent became progress on our knitting projects. So equipped with a ball of yarn (that I think is super beautiful and took over an hour to wind into a ball with the assistance of an architect,) we, two other girls and myself trotted down to a local coffee shop, pulling our yarn from our purses and engaging in delightful conversations about life. Noted for our "Knitting Circle" by some customers, we flashed our projects, a scarf, a hat, and a sweater in progress. "Oh, lovely!" "I have a friend who owns a knitting shop in New York City..." Ah, to own a knitting shop. I'll add that to my farm, so: 1. Farm 2. Berries for picking 3. Labrador 4. Painting studio 5. Knitting shop
When the customers had all cleared, the music stopped, we escorted ourselves out into the rain soaked streets and meandered up a block to the next coffee shop, open till ten, to join again in our circle, feet propped on a chair, peering out at the flow of passerby's out the window. While the college kids moved back in and delighted themselves in revisiting the town they had left for the summer, I was brought back to a time when late night socializing with friends was a normal and expected event. Knitting clubs on a couch of a random college art friend with wine and cheese. Nights piled on an old striped couch, passed down through generations at a house named, "The Tony Danza". Ah the memories that mingled in with the rain drops. What a fine evening indeed.