Hardcore Knitters

As a testament to the tenacity and the commitment of knitters to their craft, I submit the following.

Yarn Central had to close early yesterday when the air conditioning failed. Undaunted, Mardel, Sharyn, Theresa and I decreed it mild enough to knit outside. We dragged out folding chairs and the sale display sale and sat around knitting and chatting.

Theresa gifted me with some worsted-weight cotton yarn from her stash. The yarn is called Bahamas, and it is a pretty copper/umber color. The internet offered no additional information about the yarn, but I am fairly certain that it is of an older vintage.

Knitting al fresco is a wonderful idea -- at least until darkness falls. Normally, mosquitoes are all over me like crows on road kill, but Mardel was luring them away. However, Mardel was prepared with a can of Off!, and once she covered herself in the cloak of citronella, I was doomed. I had to steal a few sprays for myself.

In spite of the few bites I received, it was well worth it to sit out in the cooler temperatures with some very lovely ladies and knit away. The only thing missing was either some gin & tonics or iced lattes. That would have been heaven.