And so another Wollongong Knitting Camp (my third) is all wrapped up.
I can’t show you what I worked on, knitting wise, because it’s a top secret item that’s blocking this very moment, but I can show you some friends having fun. I seemed to mainly pull the camera (or iphone) out at the silliest moments. More on that in a minute. As always, 48 hours in the company of some (but obviously not all) of the nicest people is both thrilling and downright exhausting.
We sat outside on Saturday morning, in the shade of Mt Keira and knitted for hours. Here we have, in the background, new friend Ginevra, and then three old friends, George, me and Kylie/DrK. To spend the weekend with precious friends (including a most excellent road trip with George) was a highlight. Sharing a room, talking for hours, listening to each other snore – oh the memories we’ll have!
As always, much of the weekend was spent seated in big and small circles (especially at night or when it rained) inside the lodge. It wasn’t cold enough for a fire this year.
See the tables groaning under the weight of all that merchandise/potential stash up the back? We spent various contemplative moments up the back of the room, wondering just how much we could buy and carry home.
I arrived home telling Sean I’d only bought essentials. For some reason he laughed hysterically. George and Jody shown here, examining potential acquisitions.
Then, at some point, things got both silly and fun. There’s usually a theme for dressing up on Saturday night and this year it was Op-Shop glam. Last thing Friday, my sister Fee came with me to an Op-Shop and helped me choose a gorgeous outfit. Read on.
This is my favourite photo from the whole weekend. Four of my friends, crammed into a tiny scout camp bathroom, engaged in hilarious dressing up in tacky vintage outfits. Below, from left, Drk, Ailsa, George and Donna.
And here we are when we were finished dressing up – although Ailsa was behind the camera. My outfit was a mumu. I paid $25 for it from the Salvos. I can’t believe I bought a mumu. I’ll be sure to lend it to friends and family who have need of bad outfits in the future.
What you can’t see in this photo is what I’ve got on my feet. Ailsa loaned me a pair of BAD shoes. So bad, that when I exited the cabin, champagne in one hand, bag in the other, I declared I didn’t think they were safe for walking down a rocky set of steps. They weren’t. I fell. Face planted the steps, smashed the glass, spilled champagne all through my bag and, worst of all, wound up incredibly bruised and sore. I landed on one of my hands and thankfully it isn’t broken, just sore.
And one last favourite photo. Web Goddess, Kris, in full costume and smouldering.
So many laughs. So much knitting. So much wine. I’m happy to be home, full of happy memories and needing sleep and some quiet time. For another take on the weekend, Lyn has written an excellent account with photos of the area and people and DrK has written up her experience!
ps RoseRed, we missed you.
pps special thanks always to Rae, Chris and Kerry for hosting such an indulgent weekend!