Posh will forever be the place I found knitters. People to knit with. Social knitting. Competitive knitting. Supportive knitting. Showing off knitting.
Women who can always be counted on to ooh and aah over Nathan's package.†
[SUMMARY: It's fibrelicious!‡]
Posh will forever be the place I learned about mail order chickens§ from Marybeth.
Without Posh, I might still be knitting endless scarves every football season¶... and endless baby blankets in the spaces in between.
I might never have met Bonnie# or Kate†† or Leslie...
...or (gods forbid) Genius Sarah. Who would hit me on the arm and say, "I have a question," all the way through baseball playoffs and untangle my yarn for me when I got too eager and couldn't wait until I got home to winder and swift and muddled it all up at Drunken Knitting?
Or Meg. Meg of the Mini Cooper and the motorcycle and the intense, funny intelligence. Or Heather, whose baby shower continued my knack for walking in on big, happy Posh parties.
Or Leslie, self-professed skincare whore and funny, erudite knitting writer.
Or Natalie, who makes me spit wine out my nose laughing.
Or Liza-Spelled-Lisa who accidentally got married, then accidentally adopted a second child.
Or Rosie who loves perfume, or Ligia who is an Capital-E-Educator and lives around the corner from me.
[SUMMARY: These are the people in my neighbourhood.‡‡]
It's the end of a soft, many-plied, colourful, beautiful era.
XOXOXOXO, Sylvia. It'll be sad knowing I can't just drop by on a random Friday afternoon.
See you around.
[SUMMARY: *sniffle*]
Don't ask how much I spent at the moving sale.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Oh, look what I did. Now he feels violated and I feel twelve. heheheheheh
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And I'm not just talking about Nathan's package.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Thus continues the Summer of the Chickens. By the way, Marybeth says the chickens would, indeed, look fetching in sweater vests, but if we want to knit them we have to do it fast -- and I'm guessing not get too attached to the results -- because the chicks have already doubled in size.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): College boyfriends, high school friends, roommates... nobody was safe from the annual football scarf, twelve feet long, double-thick and ten inches wide. heheheheh. Sorry... had a moment.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Who is new, but noteworthy and has, in fact, cut her hair since this photo (just in case you see her around town).
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Who talks more than I do and gets captioned in the footnotes for it.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Y'know... my *spiritual* neighbourhood. The family you choose. The next-door neighbours of my soul. People who certainly deserve better photography than I've given them here.
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