I am a member of a fantastic knitting group. We meet every Monday night at a local restaurant. We are there so consistently that we've gotten to know one of the managers very well. We even made a scarf for him at Christmas-time. They treat us well at the restaurant, and most of the staff know us by sight at this point.Every Monday, we move in and take over. We talk loudly. We curse sometimes(although we do try very hard to refrain if there are children nearby). We take over a large part of the restaurant. We think there are some people who sit near us simply to be entertained!
The ages of the group range from about 24 to 60s or so. I'm not sure how old some of the ladies are, I don't want to ask, and frankly, I don't care! They are the more experienced members of the group, as I put it. They're not older, but more experienced.
There are a range of types in the group. Some are church-goers. Some are not. We are a mostly liberal group, and there are no topics that we consider out-of-bounds. We know the details of each other's lives intimately in some cases.
These ladies are my life-savers. They were righteously angered on my behalf about the manner in which my most recent relationship ended. They let me cry in front of them and I didn't feel at all embarrassed. I know that they accept me with all my oddities and eccentricities. One let me sleep on her couch when my razza-fracka %^&* brother "forgot" to pay the electric bill last week. Another brought me food when I was grieving during a recent breakup and could think of nothing to eat. A third reads my blog on a regular basis! I don't know what I would do without them!
As one of the group members commented, "We're not your momma's knitting group!"
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