Stitch 'n Bitch
We've had Tupperware parties, Anne Summer's parties, and Clothes Swap parties....now comes the newest thing on the block..Stitch 'n Bitch.
Several of my friends girlfriends, all in their mid 20's, are going crazy over this novel idea, and are buying wool by the lamb, and enough knitting needles to gore a herd of Spanish Bullocks, and a few cases of cheap plonk, and going..well, crazy.
Apparently, not a lot of knitting gets done, but they all manage to have a good time chatting about the X-Factor and Strictly Come Dancing, whilst getting merrily sloshed.
Gavin, a friend of mine, who is an IT Consultant, is a Knitting Widow. He told me the following.
"I was really worried to start with. She used to come home smelling of cheap wine and covered in cuts and slashes. I suspected that she had started going to a Self-Harm group, and had fallen in with the wrong crowd.
I confronted her one day when I found a number of patterns laying around the house. One was of a Crocodile Draft Excluder, the other was of a Doctor Who Scarf.
I was livid. We have double glazing for starters. Also, the stupid cow had got the colours wrong on the scarf and turned it in to an Arsenal supporter's scarf. I burnt it in the backyard at night so the neighbours couldn't see. I follow Millwall and having that scarf in the house would be like inviting Adolf Hitler to a Barmitzvah.
Still, she's concerned that if she doesn't attend the meetings, she will be classified as persona non grata by her mates. Apparently the organiser of the meetings has a list of things which are supposedly the next great things to do as the year progresses, and that after the knitting classes, they will be moving on to Yogahurt (Yoga smeared in milk product that is just about to turn), Bag-a-Bag (Designer Bags at Designer Prices...gulp), and DressImpress (more designer clothes...double gulp).
Still, it gets her out of the house and lets me play COD4."
We've had Tupperware parties, Anne Summer's parties, and Clothes Swap parties....now comes the newest thing on the block..Stitch 'n Bitch.
Several of my friends girlfriends, all in their mid 20's, are going crazy over this novel idea, and are buying wool by the lamb, and enough knitting needles to gore a herd of Spanish Bullocks, and a few cases of cheap plonk, and going..well, crazy.
Apparently, not a lot of knitting gets done, but they all manage to have a good time chatting about the X-Factor and Strictly Come Dancing, whilst getting merrily sloshed.
Gavin, a friend of mine, who is an IT Consultant, is a Knitting Widow. He told me the following.
"I was really worried to start with. She used to come home smelling of cheap wine and covered in cuts and slashes. I suspected that she had started going to a Self-Harm group, and had fallen in with the wrong crowd.
I confronted her one day when I found a number of patterns laying around the house. One was of a Crocodile Draft Excluder, the other was of a Doctor Who Scarf.
I was livid. We have double glazing for starters. Also, the stupid cow had got the colours wrong on the scarf and turned it in to an Arsenal supporter's scarf. I burnt it in the backyard at night so the neighbours couldn't see. I follow Millwall and having that scarf in the house would be like inviting Adolf Hitler to a Barmitzvah.
Still, she's concerned that if she doesn't attend the meetings, she will be classified as persona non grata by her mates. Apparently the organiser of the meetings has a list of things which are supposedly the next great things to do as the year progresses, and that after the knitting classes, they will be moving on to Yogahurt (Yoga smeared in milk product that is just about to turn), Bag-a-Bag (Designer Bags at Designer Prices...gulp), and DressImpress (more designer clothes...double gulp).
Still, it gets her out of the house and lets me play COD4."
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