Last Wednesday was St. Paddy's Day, so Stitch 'n Bitch at Mother's Too was on a one week hiatus. After the banana-ganza from two weeks before, I needed to up the ante on the raffle item. Marky suggested I bring the pear Fruit Suit. Pure brilliance.
I arrived a couple minutes after 7pm, to find several friendly faces. Jessy got right to work teaching the newbies how to cast on. There were three new gals, and I tried to help fill in the gaps when Jessy couldn't be in three places at once. I kinda felt like the poorly behaved aunt from Las Vegas, encouraging tight cast-on rows, and fixing the girls' dropped stitches rather that letting them make mistakes. What can I say? I'm a terrible influence. We had some laughs, and Jessy deftly undid the harm I inflicted.
At 9pm, it was time for the raffle. Jenny presented the Fruit Suit to all the patrons. When the pear came back to me for safe keeping, I noticed that the first button was undone, and I quickly fixed it. For the mere price of an email address, every willing beverage consumer was entered in the contest. The pear went for one more spin around the room, and came back with the damn button undone. I felt a secret shame that perhaps I'd offered a raffle prize with a faulty buttonhole. Jessy drew a name from the hat, and a very excited gentleman claimed his prize. I went to shake his hand, and to cover up my buttonhole flaw, I encouraged him to undo the top button. "Oh no," he resisted, "I want them ALL undone!" And we both cracked up, he tickled by the sexy pear, I finally realizing that he was the one undoing the button everytime the pear traveled about.
After the patrons and students cleared out, Jessy and I quietly grooved and crocheted flowers to the tunes of Earth, Wind, and Fire. I officially hate leaving Stitch 'n Bitch. It's a good nerdy time for hookers.
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