1,000 Years Old

Apparently yesterday was my birthday because I was declared to be 1,000 years old last night by my husband. Why you ask? I went to a Knitting Guild Meeting. At a Retirement Community Center.

Go ahead. Chuckle. I'll wait.

Yes, I went to a knitting guild meeting. Some local knitters and long time guild members are wanting to start a local chapter and I decided to go see what it was about. I have volunteered to teach some of the residents at the Village to knit. I figure 1 hour a month isn't going to kill me to share my love of knitting with someone else. Should be fun and nice to do something for someone else.

I have to say it was a little uncomfortable when I first arrived before I walked in as I have not been to a Nursing Home/Assisted Living Facility in the area since my Papa passed. And I was terrified that I might have a breakdown or something. This place was so insane that I didn't even have time to think about having a panic attack. I swear to you- I walked into this place and it reminded me of NYNY in Vegas. a Cobblestone "main street" a big marquis movie theater, a pet shop, ice cream store... I could go on. And they don't have rooms. They have "Suites" and Garden Apartments.

Everyone was incredibly welcoming and I had a nice time. It was more of an informational meeting and some great knitting and show and tell time.

I'm running a little behind on my secret project right now. This is going to probably cause me tears at some point since I've probably spent a total of 4-5 hours knitting back and fizing mistakes than actually knitting. But i'm pressing on. I've left some mistakes as they are hardly noticeable to anyone but me, and I'm considering them little bits of love that I'm putting in.