It’s a secret society. Shhhh.

A while ago I was on a bike ride with Kelly and Thomas and I happened to stop to ask someone for some directions. There was this couple pulled over on the side of the road and I coasted up to them when I suddenly realized that I recognized the woman. I asked her if she was a regular at the Yarn Barn and she said yes. A second later she recognized me. We laughed at the improbability of running into each other in the middle of nowhere and then we both got on our ways.

Kelly was amazed that I’d run into a knitting pal and asked if there was some kind of secret cabal of Knitter Templars out there. I told her that I could answer the question, but then I’d have to kill her.

So if anyone asks, there’s no such thing as the Knitters Templar. wink, wink.

3 Responses to “It’s a secret society. Shhhh.”

  1. michelle Says:

    You’d have to kill her with a knitting needle.

  2. David Says:

    I know.
    And nobody would ever suspect me!

  3. MMario Says:

    Does your Kni(g)t Commander know you have blown your cover?

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