The Guild Hall
-William Shakespeare, King John
I don't know about you, but when I think of guilds, I think of medieval times, the Burghers of Calais, and - for some unexplicable reason - big heavy beer steins. The reality couldn't be further from the truth.
Meet the Ocean State Knitting and Crochet Guild: In a chain of events that began with the Knitting Olympics and Team College Hill's fifteen minutes of fame in the Providence Journal, we were invited to attend the guild's monthly meeting last night.
We spoke about our very (in)sane approach to competitive knitting-as-sport. Katja (on your right) had to represent both herself and Leah as the knitters of Ene's Scarf, since Leah just couldn't make it back from Paris in time. Tragic, really. Rachel and I
One of the other joys is getting to fondle others' projects. We met knitters who don't have blogs (incredible, isn't it?), which was a new and exciting experience. Since this is Rhode Island, however, we quickly established about two degrees of separation. Of course, we met also knitters with blogs. Am I the last person to learn that Judy (on your left) has a farm? And here I was jealous that she was just back from Maryland Sheep and Wool. I learned that Kristen is as lovely in real life as she is on her blog, and Cindy convinced me that a linen shawl is in my future. This is a summer of lace, is it not? I hope I didn't miss any blogs, but let me know if I did.
Last, but certainly not least, the guild gave us lovely knitterly gifts. Can you believe that these are the first decorative stitch markers I've ever owned? Me neither.