Knitting weekends are my favorite. On kitting weekends my Mom and I and my aunties all get together to spend a weekend hanging out and knitting. Usually we all get there on Friday night (the location changes) and spend the evening gossiping, eating, and catching up. Then we go to bed late, overstuffed and tired.
Saturdays we shop. We get up in the morning and eat our breakfast (When we go to my Aunt Sue's it's homemade Danish, YUM!) and then leave for shopping. Some of us have projects in mind and some of us just go to see what is there. After a while we stop for lunch and then inevitably decide that we are done for the day and need to go home and watch movies and knit. So that's what we do.
We watch a lot of movies and solve the world's problems. We'll also help each other figure out how we got extra stitches and decreases that look funny, or we'll tell each other that the new thing the person is trying is way easy and they'll love it, no matter how intimidating it looks. Stories of all the different lives are tossed in like salt and pepper. Lots of laughter over silly things done in the past or stories of the crazy doings of current loved ones. Lots of love and support.
Then we go our separate ways on Sunday. Hopefully to return with gorgeous finished products to make the others jealous next time. Or, most of the time, jokes about what went wrong.
