I ended up on the periphery of a stitch and bitch session at a bar in Aberystwyth last night. A group of young women meet every week, have a few drinks, a bit of a bitch and moan, and knit. Kind of odd in a nice way, seeing a set of trendily dressed women in their twenties and early thirties knitting away as they chatted. I can see a chick lit novel in this. The Knitting Club. Tag line - Stitching, Bitching and Snagging Mr Right.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Stitch and bitch
I ended up on the periphery of a stitch and bitch session at a bar in Aberystwyth last night. A group of young women meet every week, have a few drinks, a bit of a bitch and moan, and knit. Kind of odd in a nice way, seeing a set of trendily dressed women in their twenties and early thirties knitting away as they chatted. I can see a chick lit novel in this. The Knitting Club. Tag line - Stitching, Bitching and Snagging Mr Right.
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