to another city on Monday to participate in a knit-in at the downtown Library (a beautiful building, very grand; I wish I had brought my camera). What is a knit-in? A more-or-less two hour period in which (in this case) about 30 women and one seven-year-old boy sat around and knitted on their various projects and gossiped. The boy was quite a good knitter; his mother had taught him. I have to say I had a great time, getting away from home (I spent the night in a posh hotel with turn-down service, something I've never experienced), but it was very VERY tiring to be with four other women who, unlike me, love to shop.
Sitting knitting was one thing (plus meeting and talking to the author of one of my favorite knitting books was a great treat), but standing around in two (and it was going to be four, if we hadn't gotten lost; small favors) yarn shops for an HOUR AND A HALF in each one made me nearly tear my hair out. I can now understand how D feels when I spy a bookstore and disappear for, well, an hour and a half (small letters, because it's me; after all, how bad can waiting for me be?)