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Ogden Knit Night February 9, 2011

Through serendipitous events I was invited to the Knit Night at Needlepoint Joint. I couldn’t wait to check it out! My Stitch and Bitch in England was mostly just me and a friend, and I knew meeting some knitters would make my Utah home feel more like ‘home’.

So, I grabbed an easy project (my eye popping rug, that I’ve worked on for months now) and headed out.

I was amazed by this knitting group!  Knitters flooded the store. I didn’t think it was legal to have so many knitters in one place at a time. And the diversity of projects was impressive. The knitters ran the spectrum from the self professed social knitter to several designers, one of whom (after only five years of knitting) was designing a lace wrap to die for and discussing the intricacies of provisional cast on’s that I never even knew. Another member just finished an amazing Fair Isle sweater that was a dream.

I was grateful to be included in this group that’s been going strong for over seven years. The women are wonderful, friendly, and brilliant. And Utah does feel more like home now.

Now to try Jello Salad.


Twee Knitted Love November 23, 2010

As the time to depart England grows near an urgent need to acquire any missing pieces of ‘Britishness’ grows.  I’ve seen this phenomnenon in others, especially working at a shop that sells some fabulous bits of Britishness, and now it’s my turn.

Thusly, a few weekends ago, my fab knitting friend and I found ourselves drifting through Ely like unmoared punts on the river Cam.  We’d come together to learn to spin at our LYS, but the instructor no showed.   After visiting all the yarn purveyors in the area we headed down to my favorite tea room.  “Wait,” I said, “I must stop in Cutlacks, our local kitchen store, to get a teapot.”  Of course I have a teapot, two even, but this is my last chance for a proper British teapot.  And can you ever really have too many teapots?

As I contemplated colors, my friend suddenly warned me off.  “I don’t want to say too much,” she cautioned, “but I know someone who’s getting you a teapot.”

Furrowing my brow and deepening my nascent wrinkles I pondered who she could possibly know that would buy me a teapot.  My mother?  From this summer maybe?  My husband?  The Queen?  Who?

I held off and we went to tea/lunch.  And all week I wondered.

That Friday was our scheduled (and sadly) last Stitch and Bitch.  I arrived at her amazing home with the sun shining.  Upon arrival I noticed the most adorable knitted teapot cozy, but failed to comment on it in our knitting talk.  We sat in the conservatory knitting and bitching.  Bitching and knitting.  Until it was time for tea.

She brought out the fabulous teapot and asked how I liked it.

“It’s adorable!”

“Well, it’s yours!”

I was flabbergasted.  It is so amazing.  Words can’t describe how much I love this cozy.  And to make it even better, it’s the first hand knit I’ve ever received that I didn’t make myself.

The top mimics a thatched roof like those common to area cottages, the stitched on beams are slightly askew just as the settled old beamed cottages are, sweet little lace curtains adorn the windows, and just as any proper British cottage would have there is a well tended garden.  I love all the details!  It even has a tiny button for a doorknob on the bright red door.  And it covers a traditional brown teapot.  I was so touched.  I will cherish it forever.  And it so much better than a generic teapot I could buy.

Isn't it the perfect English teapot cozy?!?!?

This is the back. She even put sunflowers on it. And I LOVE sunflowers!

Plus, she improved the design so the roof comes off for easy refilling.

My friend and I have S&Bed for three years. In that time we’ve downed much tea and treats and completed innummerable projects. She successfully cajoled me into the world of sock knitting and unsuccessfully enticed me with her continental knitting technique. Together we tackled lace, completing a joint lace wrap project within days of each other.  Other knitters have come and gone, but we’ve been constant. I will miss her and our S&B time, but am grateful I will always have this twee bit of knitted love to remind me of her.

And all she’ll have from me is canned pumpkin and baking soda!  I am such a slacker.