Thursdays

Yes, I know it's actually Monday. But hear me out. Because this is also about Mondays.

For what feels like forever now - in reality, maybe since the beginning of the year - Thursday nights have been my knit night. I go to work, I finish work, and eventually I would leave work and weave my merry way to Alice's where I would sit and knit with friends, chatting and eating and drinking, knowing that knitting at that moment was different to knitting at work.

Since the merger though, that has changed, and now the Thursday night knit nights are over at where I work. And somehow, that has never felt quite right.

I liked being able to leave one idea of knitting behind to engage in a different one. I liked moving my social aspect away from my work aspect. And I deeply sympathize with Alice now, after so long of having things that way, when your social group comes to your workplace to relax, and you don't really get to go anywhere.

I mean, it's nice that I don't have to worry about walking or buses or rush myself, and it's nice that my commute doesn't change - it only moves back a few hours - but it's still not quite right. I like being able to switch off. And I've found that I can't.

And then along came Arianna, who wanted to start a fortnightly roving knit night in North London. It was still a lot of the usual Thursday night group, and several others who can't make it down to South London for social knitting. So a day was picked - Monday - and venues were picked.

And I love them. I love these Monday nights when it's all back to the way it was for me. Good company, good knitting, good food, and work a very long way away from me. I am so happy to have the social aspect back in my knitting, no longer weighed down by the work aspect. I am switched off, joyous and giddy as a ferret in a tutu.

So thank you, Monday knit night people. You all know who you are.

Comments

[Alice]

Hey Ali, since this is the second time you've mentioned me here and how you thought I felt about Thurs night knit nights at the old shop, I felt I had to set the record straight.

For me, knit nights were never a burden. The shop was an extension of my home for the night, and I looked forward to the flow of friends for the evening (with usually lots of laughter). And of course the inevitable Meme's delivery! It was the highlight of my week at the shop. So while I can understand where you are coming from, I just wanted you to know that I didn't feel the same way.