Knit night with a difference.
So we arrived at Malmaison resplendent, looking normal everyday cocktail drinkers, ordered an exotic drink and sat down in the comfy darkened lounge with other people in their frocks. Before their very eyes we whipped out our needles and clickety click the knit was on.
the newest *outcast*, Bombella, sipping something french
knitwit sipping Jimmy Hendrix whilst at the wavy edged crochet
too many cocktails???