Another word for Clapotis is "Friend"

A couple of weeks ago, a knitting friend decided that I absolutely had to be the one to hold her hand while she cast on her first ever Clapotis. She and another friend from our, soon to be closing, local LYS wanted to knit one and convinced themselves that it was a difficult knit. Enter, stage left, one well-tempered knitter.

I was designated to be the leader and so we all met at the other friend's (friend #2) house two Tuesdays ago. I had only met this woman once or twice when she I ran into her at the LYS. I knew nothing about her except that she had a really cute little dog that everyone loved.

Well, that Tuesday, two weeks ago, a new friendship was formed. We knitted in bliss at her house, helped out by generous servings of pizza and wine (not necessarily in that order).

Today, after I finished teaching, I met the two of them at a local coffee bar (Not a starbucks!) and we knitted the afternoon away. It was so much fun.

These two women and I would most likely never had crossed paths had it not been for knitting. I just love that. I love that two sticks and string can unite people who just thought they had nothing in common. We knit and talk. Talk about our dreams of opening our own yarn store; talk about sex; talk about friendships, talk about ....well everything. And knit.

While we were knitting away, a young woman who works at the coffee bar came over and told us that her friend knits and is looking for people to knit with. Imagine, sans knitting needles, a twenty something approaching a group of forty/fiftyish women to connect with. Not bloody likely. But knitting, just like music is ageless. I just love that. Don't you?