Recently, one of my knitting groups celebrated our group’s 1 year anniversary. We had a fantastic and lovely little party hosted by the effervescent Barbara who generously allowed us to invade her beautiful home.
As with most good gatherings, we ended up mostly in the kitchen, where Cindy and Amanda enjoyed themselves karaoke-ing. They were urging me to participate, and lucky for them I refused. I can do many things, but singing is not one of my strong points. In high school, my sister and I had this conversation:
me (in the shower): la, la, la. (don’t recall what I was singing, but there was a time in 9th grade when I was really into Tommy Page, especially Shoulder to Cry On.)
sister: um, you know how they say that people sing better in the shower?
me: why, do I sing extra good in the shower?
sister: no, you still suck really bad. You shouldn’t be singing in the shower either.
Anyway, Barbara also had us play a “Guess Who?” game. Everyone brought a baby photo, and we were to match the person to the baby photo. Of the people who played, I think mine was the easiest to guess, since I was the only 100% Asian playing and I still have not lost the pinchable full cheeks from childhood. If anyone had guessed my photo wrong, I think they were probably high or really needs too get their eyes checked.
left: Me and my sis when I was about 3-4. Of course, I am the more stylish one sporting the beret. Right: I’m about age 4 or 5. People often mistook us for twins, though I didn’t think we looked that alike.
Last month, some of us also celebrated my good friend Denise’s birthday at Mimi’s Cafe:
It was all kind of last minute, so I gave Denise a project bag that I made, and a couple of skeins of cotton yarn that I handpainted from stuff that I had when I was more actively doing craft fairs. Sadly for Denise, her skin sensitivity is such that she can’t even wear baby alpaca and most merinos. Denise also got a hand-carved shawl pin in the likeness of one of her cute labradoodles (which I’m seriously plotting to dognap one day).