It was about a year ago that I started going to Looped on a more regular basis, attending their designated ‘knit nights’. And I have to say that that was one of the best decisions I’ve made. Now that I’ve left these knit nights behind, I am coming to see the fruition of that decision. It’s not simply that I bought more yarn that I might have otherwise, or that I had many great conversations, or a place to go when Ty was out of town. When I left my last two knit nights, I received not only well wishes, but hugs. These people, that I’ve known less than a year and seen sporadically at best, they are my friends. They are friends that I will keep in touch with. Friends that I will visit. The next time I am in DC I will have friends waiting for me at Looped. That is an amazing gift.
A year ago I did not know what would come of the knit nights at Looped, and now, living in a different city, I know that I have life-long friends. And although this might not seem so amazing, to have made friends where you didn’t expect to is not a common occurrence. One of the many things I love about the fiber community is that we are all a part of it out of a common interest. Our love of fiber, through knitting, crocheting, spinning, dying, whatever you fancy, it brings us together. We don’t need to know anything else about that person before we offer friendship.
I am sad to leave this group of friends behind, but I know that it is time for me to make new friends. And with no lack of fiber community in Brooklyn and Manhattan, this will not be a great feat.
To all of the fiber enthusiasts out there: Let’s be friends.