Just back from the inaugural knitting club session and it seemed to go well. Except for the woman in the corner who was the 'go to' girl for all knitting knowledge. Except she wasn't. Didn't ask about anyone else's anything and there were a few people there who had no idea and could have done with a little support.
I walked back in the front door tonight and it occurred to me it was just like being a teenager - I wasn't sufficiently 'hippie' to hang out with the hippies nor was I sufficiently 'cool' to hang out with the cool girls. Don't mind, it's just how tonight was.
Plus this woman was using Noro. I hate Noro.