Our knitting retreat was very similar to any quilting retreat you’ve been on — we all packed too much stuff, we laughed and talked and laughed and talked and didn’t get nearly as much done as we thought we would.
Some of our ladies had been to Camp Allen on quilting retreats before and some of our ladies brought sewing machines and all the quilting paraphernalia that goes along with that hobby.
One of the ladies had some issues with her Featherweight, one of the ladies had every tool you can imagine, and one of the ladies (me!) knew no fear when it came to taking apart someone else’s machine. I kept saying . . are you sure you want me to do this? Yep, she was sure. It took me a couple of tries to get it back together and working but I think we found the stray thread and got it back running.
We didn’t have any special projects – no plans at all, in fact. We just got there and did whatever we wanted to do.
We could have had two to a room . . there were actually two full size or maybe queen beds in each room but we all opted to have our own room. Some slept late and went to bed early, some stayed up late and slept later. For the most part, we left the meeting room about 9 p.m. and were back about 7 a.m. I knitted in my room almost every night before going to sleep.
Our meeting room was fantastic. There were plenty of big tables, comfy chairs, a door that went outside where all those great rockers were, as well as a door that went to the interior of the building.
I spent all my time knitting. Others were sewing or crocheting. There was lots of bonding and laughing. In fact, there were several times that I laughed til I had tears rolling down my face.
It was a great retreat, a great place to meet, and great friends. We will be going back but I have to be nicer next time. One friend told me I already had two strikes and after three strikes . . you’re out! 🙂