Elizabeth Zimmerman Tea

     What's the best way to honor the memory of the patron saint of knitting -- Elizabeth Zimmerman?

    You have a tea in her name, which is exactly what the Sunflower Knitters Guild did on Sunday. It's a lovely return to a more normal life, after so many months of dealing with a vicious pandemic.

    We had a delicious buffet, with tea, naturally. It was also a chance to collect items that the guild will be donating to the Christmas Bureau. Mostly, the knitters had been making hats, but there were a couple of other baby items, and I was just finishing a red -- make that burgundy -- scarf.

    I also had complimentary copies of Sidewalk Sale Across America for everyone.

I Should Stay Away

     I really shouldn't go to the monthly meetings of my knitting group. Having lost our long-time meeting place, we gather at a Panera's, kind of off in a corner, where we hope management will not realize that we are occupying their chairs and tables well beyond the time it takes to consume a cup of coffee and a cranberry-orange muffin.

    We include a share-around and inevitably some other knitter's project is more exciting than mine and I am instantly plotting how I can be a copy-cat without finishing my boring project.

    There is a large men's group next over from us, taking up chairs and tables as we are, but all they do is talk, they produce absolutely nothing. It's amusing that in order to reach the restrooms they have to walk past our group. I like to sit on the side where I can watch their expressions, some disdainful, never envious. I'm tempted to put up a sign offering free knitting lessons.