Once in a great while, reality equals anticipation. Jessica planned our weekend retreat with lots of attention to detail (Jessica, if you ever want a different career, you'd be a fabulous wedding planner). We made it to three different shops with distinctly different personalities. We had several meals with distinctly different personalities. There were eleven of us with distinctly different personalities. (Two Sharons, two Sarahs, two Jessicas, Nancy, Susan, Cheanne, Anne, and Laura.) Everything and everybody meshed. Perfectly.
We spent Saturday visiting two shops. One was a bustling beehive of fiber productivity. Heritage Spinning and Weaving, in Lake Orion, (Jane, yes, it was not to be missed.) had us all thinking about whether we wanted to tackle learning how to weave. Break for an elegant upscale lunch at a restaurant in Rochester. Then a relaxed afternoon at Skeins on Main, a long and narrow shop of Victorian-decorated beauty. A beautiful creation everywhere our eyes turned. (Donna, your mother must love it.)
Nancy summed it up best, I think. At 5:00 we were indulging in tea and scones and a few other outrageously delicious confections at a teashop serendiptiously located down the street from the yarn shop. Nancy kept looking around the shop and looking at us and saying "This is the life, isn't it?" Then she leaned over toward me and said, "You know, people pay a lot of money to go to Europe and experience this kind of a day." Wow! She's right. It was a perfect day on Planet Earth, and we didn't have to undergo security checks to get there. Knitting needles definitely allowed.
You all can picture the rest of the routine.....stay up late on Saturday night knitting by the fireplace in the motel lobby. Yes on chocolate. No on wine....everyone was pretty well-sated from our leisurely dinner. A relaxed Sunday morning back in the lobby, having coffee or tea and bagels, and more knitting of course. One carful of us headed back home at that point. Sunday afternoon at The Crafty Lady in Macomb for the two remaining cars.
Now for the picture extravaganza. Oops. True confessions time. My camera rarely made an appearance. I never wanted to put down my needles, or stop fondling yarn, or cease looking at patterns, or interrupt good conversations to drag out the pesky camera and take pictures. As a result, I missed the photo op of Sarah in her clown nose at dinner. I missed the group stash shoot. In fact, it could be summed up like this.......
MY PARENTS WENT TO THE KNITTING RETREAT AND ALL THEY BROUGHT ME WAS THIS LOUSY PICTURE.....
But it says it all, doesn't it?