I was doing great this past weekend, at the Knitting Getaway at Shakerag Workshops on the campus of St. Andrews-Sewanee School in rural Tennessee. I mean, I was keeping it together and aiming for chipper ’n’ cheerful, knowing that I’m pretty much of a sap and we’ve waited two years for this thing to happen.
It was a group of 100% vaccinated knitters who were basically high on being away from home.
High on pom pom fumes. (All because of Vilasinee Bunnag starting a frenzy.)
Shirts made in a day.
(Sonya Philip taught us how.)
Claire Reishman’s Singer Featherweight got a workout.
Newly discovered rug-hooking skills.
(Christi Teasley explained it all for us.)
And sequences and marls discovered, thanks to Cecelia Campochiaro, shown here with MVP Nell Ziroli.
It was all going great until Saturday lunch when I was watching the parade of people coming and going, and I saw a woman standing in front of the cups.
Photo by Nell Ziroli
She stood there probably a minute or so, far longer than it typically takes to grab a glass from a buffet line. The cups at Shakerag Workshops are all pottery, all made by hand, each one unique.
Picking your cup is a little moment.
That’s when I lost it.
We’re a long way from saying farewell to the pandemic that has cursed us, but we can revel in those moments where we stop to choose something beautiful. It’s something we can do every day.
As for the Knitting Getaway, it was a weekend full of reunions and new friends, rain and fog and cool and heat, and the opportunity to do something or nothing at all.
My fervent hope is that we can do it all again, sooner rather than later.