During a recent board meeting downtown our Portlandia-esque waiter actually said, “Sorry to interrupt the knitting…” when he came to see if we needed anything else. I love that he called it “the knitting.” Yes, we knit at board meetings. And yes, we meet in places that are hip-tastic and totally out of our league. We fancy ourselves younger and more awesome than we might actually be. Ahem.
Note to self: Hot buttered rum in a hipster bar is totally conducive to knitting. Roasted filberts, not so much.