..... .Yes, I think I will. And you dear reader will be subjected to trival bits of Key West life with my knitting adventures on "The Rock" thrown in for good measure. By the way, "The Rock" is a nickname that the locals have loving bestowed on this particular Key.
However, I tend to think of Key West as Alcatraz with the crappiest K-Mart on the planet. Now don't get me wrong. I'm thankful to have one but the customer service leaves something to be desired. When the rare occasion comes around and I am forced to make a return to the customer service desk, I always bring my Kindle because its going to take forever. Anyone who lives here will confirm that. I can read three or four chapters before the hassle begins. Fun times. I digress.
Now, I suppose a proper introduction of sorts is in order. In 2004 I taught myself to knit and found my niche. I became enthralled with sock knitting ever since, learned that sweater knitting is not as bad as it used to be, and have became quite passionate about lace knitting. You should see my wardrobe and my stash.
Four years ago I lived in Arizona with my beloved husband, Mr. Stonewall Jackson and our only son, Tech Boy. One day we decided to pack up our stuff, sell the house and return to his roots in Florida and we landed in Stuart for a while. After a year of looking for work as a Network Administrator, Stonewall landed an excellent government job in Key West FL.
At first the thought of moving to balmy Key West caused me great anxiety since I'm a perpetual knitter. So what on earth was I going to do in the Southernmost part of the United States. Well the answer came quickly enough, shawls keep your shoulders from developing frost bite from the non stop frigid Air Conditioning and cotton tops since finding small clothing sizes here is next to impossible. And on occasion I escape Alcatraz and fly home to Richmond in the winter months so I can enjoy wearing a newly made hand knit sweater and a pair of socks.
After living here for a few years I've been blessed to make a wack of great friends who knit. I supposed life down here is pretty good after all.
So join me every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for endless idiotic dribble on the Southernmost Point in the good old USA.
In the meantime Knit on, dear friends, knit on!
