knitting club

 I am back in my favorite place with the oldies playing and the amazing environment of workers and customers. The place is busy and there is a lot of chatter going on. I grab my drink and find a nice little seat in the corner in the back of the coffee shop. I instantly notice that the customers are nothing but elderly people this could be because it is twelve in the afternoon on a Friday. All the customers are friendly and interact with the man that busses their tables as they finish up their food and coffees. This is why I love this place. 

A group of six elderly women sit in front of my table with two tables pushed together. They all look around the same age and quincidentally are all wearing glasses as they knit.  They have already finished their meals so the busser is picking up their plates but they all still have their green coffee cups with the coffee pot in the middle of the tables. 

They pull out yarn from their own bags and start to work on their projects that they seem to have put aside while they were eating. They changed the conversation to finding things in Hobby Lobby, an arts and crafts store here in Las Cruces. The lady at the head of the table explains how expensive their merchandise is but how they are the only ones that carry what she likes to use. All the women agree with her and start drinking the rest of their coffee. The longer they sit and knit the more I can see the different conversations going on between the tables. Two women at the corner of the table discuss the bag that she made that holds her yarn and how cute that it is. While the other four are off in their own conversation. 

The six order another pot of coffee and continue to knit and talk. A typical conversation comes up about the weather and how they do not like this time of year because “the weather does not know what it wants to do.” The women seem to bounce around with what they talk about and one conversation leads to the next rather quickly. The weather leads to the lady in the middle of the table telling the others about her apple tree not doing well and she could not think of any other reason but the weather. 

These women are just joyful and full of spirit; they laugh at each other’s jokes and are just having a great time. They start to put their yarn away and finish off the last of the coffee in the coffee pot. I think they are going to leave because I have been here for a little over an hour and they were here before I was. They prove me wrong and sit and talk more about making skirts for their granddaughters and how they measured the garments out. I put my things in my backpack and I leave them at that.