It was lovely to catch up with the SSK crowd, no pictures because I forgot to pull out the camera. It was funny to chat comfortably with these lovely people, and recollect how overawed I was just a few short years ago when I first met Mary-Helen (amongst others) after reading her blog for a few months. I was a very new knitter at that stage, and had only just started reading blogs, so it was an unusual thing to meet someone that I felt like I knew from reading a blog, and yet she had no idea who I was. Sydney has a relatively small knitting scene (compared to many cities in the US), and a few years ago it was even smaller, and so meeting M-H was a little bit like meeting Madonna, but with less paparazzi, and more DPN’s.
And the best bit? Being told that my travel blogging brought some joy to people who have inspired me to blog.
Saturday evening Mark and I went to dinner at the home of Sally and her husband David. We had such a thoroughly splendid time that we committed the unforgivable crime of being the guests that would not leave. The conversation was so lively and interesting that it was past 1am when we finally left. Sorry!
Sunday morning was passed over in favour of a lie in, after which we enjoyed Meg & Craig’s hospitality – and we got to meet the famous Pierre. He’s smaller than the pictures suggest, but he’s every bit the chewer that Meg complains about. Damned cute though! Pictures, again, *WIGATI.
We had just over an hour at the Courthouse S’nB before we had to meet the Nettles for dinner in Newtown. Kerry and her partner went to Palestine while Mark and I were in Vietnam, so we had dinner and a we slide show to see what she had been up to. I’ve never had much of an understanding about Middle East politics, but if people could just be nice to each other, I’d be a lot happier.
The cardi has grown to the end of the available yarn, and I see a trip to a yarn shop in my immediate future. I also see a trip to medicare to get some money back, and some frugal living on the cards while we pay rego on René de Car, and get used to living on one income again.
And just when you thought it was safe to click on links to craft tutorials, someone had to do this.
*When I Get Around To It.
Disco Knitter 
You did NOT commit a crime, unforgiveable or otherwise. We are not quite so much in our dotage that we have to be in bed by 10pm and we thoroughly enjoyed your company. We had a truly lovely evening and would be quite happy to repeat it.
You wouldn’t be stereotyping us, would you??
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Pfft. 1 am. Please accept invite to my house where, if you fancy some disco singstar, you can be the guest who doesn’t leave for DAYS !! And, we don’t mind a drink down here in the burbs either.
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