When I first told people that we would be moving to Victoria, I got more than a few mentions of the city’s notorious senior population. ‘What will you do there?’, I was asked, as though the whole city would suddenly shut down at 5 pm, just in time for everyone to watch the evening news or Jeopardy. I wasn’t familiar with the city back then, so I just reassured whomever I was talking to at the time that I was sure there were many things I could find to do for fun. In the back of my mind, though, I secretly hoped it wouldn’t end up being checkers in the apartment lobby or something like that.
Arriving to this beautiful city, I was impressed with the quaint little shops and the abundance of breathtaking scenery, but I was more than a little dismayed that I couldn’t find a Knit Club anywhere. (OK, aside from the $10 drop in at the Beehive. That totally doesn’t count.) Checkers began to seem like more and more of a likely (and even appealing) prospect for my Friday evenings… that is, until two nights ago.
I am happy to announce that I met with the wonderful Crafty Bird a few nights ago and took the first step to co-forming Victoria’s very own small knitting circle! Sure, it wasn’t 20-odd people crammed into a Kensington teahouse, ranting about something or other, but it was glorious and inspiring nonetheless. The Bird and I have lots to talk about, so it looks like we’ll be able to make our knitting nights a fairly regular thing. Hooray!