Knitting Goddess #9

Meet up went well. Not what I expected, but it went well.

Edit: Oh, right, I forgot. Cute coffee guy working behind the counter was teasing us about knitting all night. Then on the way out, when one woman was giving another meet-uper and me a ride to the Metro station, he started talking about us actually making socks for him, and charting in a logo he has for himself. One response was "We don't knit for money, we knit for love!"

Since I do occasionally knit for love of money, I would have been up for it, though I hate making socks. I really wish I could have stayed and discuss terms with him, especially since he was cute, but I couldn't pass up a free ride to the mile away metro station. So, instead I tossed out the fee of $50, he looked like I shot his puppy. Depending on the quality of the sock yarn, I could have knocked it down to $30, and I'd make him wrist warmers or something with the logo for $20, if I used Red Heart or something.

But Politics & Prose is an awesome store, with the "really cool kids" (not in the preppy way, like me. In the- hey! You're cool! sorta way) who worked behind the counter and at the desks. I have to go back, even though it's about an hour and a half commute at night. The sacrifices I make to go meet knitters.

Other than that... aside from constantly losing my pattern photocopy of Mom's shirt, things are pretty much normal.

Oh, and I'm a row away from finishing the bucket hat, but I may frog and add another strand of eyelash.

posted by Christina @ 11:54 PM |