Traveling home went better for me than some of my other camp companions, like Jane who had to spend the night in Chicago. While in Chicago, I called my husband and told him it looked like I would be getting in earlier than expected. Then once they closed the door we sat on the runway for a LONG time (can’t tell you how long because my watch died at camp) and arrived 30 minutes late.
The good news is: GARY REMEMBERED TO PICK ME UP so he gets props this time.
We talked the whole drive home. I was going to sneak in the house before Gary opened the garage door, because I knew full well Brian was up playing video games when he was supposed to be in bed sleeping. But we decided I might trip and do something stupid. I asked Brian point blank when I got home (because he was wide awake waiting for me) –and he looked down at the floor and just grinned. He had made the mad dash for his room when he heard the garage door…just like I thought. It’s good to be home.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs Nikkers and Sputters nose bumped after they saw me…as if to say: Yay, the one who feedz us is back! It was midnight. My bags are where I dropped them. Nikkers stole my pink mohair shawl last night. I put it in my bag, but he must have stole it again before I left for work. Little booger.
CAMP EXCEEDED ALL EXPECTATIONS! If you have not been I am putting a group together and coordinating with camp so we can be together. Just let me know. I LOVED Camp 1. Seeing things through first-timers eyes is always the most informative and most fun….probably because we all felt so humbled to be in the presence of SO MUCH knitting history. All levels of knitters can go — you just need to know the basics and then the wave of camp inspiration will carry you along. Let me know.
I have so many stories and photos to share with you over the next few days. Stay tuned!
xx M.E. and Summit Yarn