Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Salad, knitting and in the dark.

1. Dressing a pasta salad so the pieces slip apart.

2. At the end of the evening, the waiter comes up and says: 'I just wanted to say well done. I think more people should do this sort of thing.' Having met on Ravelry, we have been nursing drinks in the corner, chatting while our knitting grows longer.

3. The night smells of flowers -- I can't place them though. It might be honeysuckle on the Common; or it might be night-scented stocks and tobacco plants in window boxes above us.

2 comments:

  1. 3- whata blessing A lady wrote today that the smell of lavender followed her all weekend. Thus orange blossoms with me ..

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  2. 'the pieces slip apart' - lovely

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