Clubbin'

What thirteen year old girl wouldn't want to see her picture on every other page in the yearbook?

I didn't hit every other page, but enough for my kids to say, "Holy Crap Mom! You still have the same haircut!" over and over again.

And it's true.

It started with wanting Lauren Allen's shiny smooth bob and it's sort of stuck. I've had just about every version of the cut except not nearly as shiny or smooth, and she had pretty highlights in the front. If my kids knew that they're going to look at all those year book photos and say, "Not even close Mom!" She was cool. I was not. And there are all those yearbook photos to prove it. Every single last club photo...

FHA Secretary
Orchestra (Is orchestra nerdier than band? I say no.)
Spanish Club
French Club
Science Club
Chess Club (It started as a joke. Okay people?)

Every nerdy club on campus. Not Student Body. Not the volleyball team. When I look at it now, I can see how all of this would lend so easily to that horrible nickname of "Ya-nerd."

Even now as an adult there is no gym membership or Girl's Night Out. No Zumba on Monday and Wednesdays and no BJ's every Friday night.

But Tuesday. Oh Tuesday!

Tuesday nights is Knitting Night.

We're don't call our ourselves a club, but saying I'm going to Group has a certain twelve-step connotation or support group feeling. So it's just Knitting Night. Many of the women have been knitting together for years. A little more than a year ago I showed up and have tried to go as often as possible since. It's been therapeutic, and fun.

I realized how much it has come to mean to me when I had to leave early a few weeks ago when Porkchop had a rough night. The thought of having to miss out for a the next few months made me sad. Thankfully, he saw how much saner his Mama is when she can knit and I got to go last Tuesday. He was a gem and slept the whole time. I got to bask in all their knittyness. I said knittyness not nuttyness, but if the shoe fits...

It's my adult nerdy club. And I love it. There are some things you just never outgrow. Like a classic haircut.

They made this FANTASTIC blanket to celebrate Porkchop's arrival. They dyed the yarn themselves and added a row of purple just for me! Thank you everybody. I love it almost as much as I love Tuesdays.