On Saturday Leon and I went to the Ballarat Beer Festival. The weather was stunning, and this year we hung out with a group of Leon's friends. Eight lads, who were liberated from their partners and children for the day. It was all very 1950s but that's a whole other story. We had a table under some shade, and thoroughly enjoyed the day, which for me including doing some knitting. There were a couple of "oh, are you knitting"?, comments. To which I replied 'probably not, you might have had too much to drink".
Later, one of Leon's friends Conway came and sat down next to me and looked at my chart. I explained how charts work, and that, it this case the dark squares represent a light stitch. (I've reversed it for this pattern). I was quite surprised when he said "I would get confused by the light squares being dark stitches". I realised how aware of the knitting he was when I packed it away and he said "you stopped in the middle of a row. how will you know where to start again?".
Near the end of the afternoon I went for a walk around the event. I felt like the table of lads might be dispersing, so I took my handbag with me. I left my knitting bag under the table, figuring that, even if it was unattended it would be fine. I love this bag, but it looks a bit like a nappy bag. About half an hour later, Leon got a phone call, and then took off, saying he had to go rescue my knitting. When the lads dispersed, Rogers had picked up my knitting bag. He then somehow became involved in a conversation with some girls about whether the pattern on the bag was alpacas or giraffes. When Leon took the bag off him he was offering to show the girls how to knit. I was quite touched that he had looked after my knitting at all. And Leon took if from him before any damage could be done!
So a good day with sunshine, beer, knitting and considerate, if blokey, friends.