Somehow, it is all done. Or as much as could be done by one Owl. There are, in fact, limits to what one can accomplish in the owl hours.
boxes bagsmound of yarn now boxed to share with other knitters and charity groups.
- The oh-so-organized ziplock packages of caked yarn and patterns for supposedly mindless knitting, because it is, after all, a knitting retreat.
- The labeled projects made from the Knitter’s Book of Wool for others to fondle and dare I say, sniff.
- The “favorite yarn” for our epic introduction/show-and-tell session.
- The objects I knitted this year that I want to
- The materials for my day-long class that will result in much-needed sleeping socks for Darling Bebe.
- The pictures of DB, without which, I will be sent packing by her adoring aunties.
- The actual clothing and (alleged) necessities for four days away because “going commado” is not an option.
- The secret stash of bottles of Diet Coke, because life is too short to go without or to drink flat soda.
- The camera for all those moments I will later wish I had captured.
This is, after all, my equivalent of Christmas Eve, complete with a metaphoric and literal trip “over the river and through the woods” to Williamstown, Massachusetts.
Over the next four days and three nights I will:
- Be hugged by friends with whom I “talk” every day on an otherwise sterile plane.
- Admire the beautiful handmade items that exemplify so much assembled talent in a group of 100 knitters.
- Fill my already-bursting head with more projects and ideas than I can ever execute.
- Help others work through tricky bits in their projects and knitting.
- Spend time with one of my favorite people on the earth, Clara Parkes, who has wickedly dry humor that makes me laugh until I cry, as well as vision I can only wish I possessed.
- Share quarters with my BFF, who is the best. roommate. evah. ~ and not because she gets up early and delivers coffee bedside. It certainly qualifies as a bonus, though.
- Learn new techniques from Wise Ones of our craft.
- Somehow refill the boxes I brought and emptied with new lovable yarn to keep my needles full. As if there was danger of them ever being empty.
- Recharge utterly empty life batteries with no responsibilities other than sleeping, eating and enjoying.
- Actually perform less knitting than any other weekend of the year.
It is the Knitter’s Review Retreat. And I’m on my way.