"It started out as a knitting club... And then, in came the- litter boxes?
Mrs.Jenkins was a very private woman. She didn't talk or go out much. So, it surprised me when she started the knitting club and invited people into her tiny studio apartment…"
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(sorry I'm late lol😅)
“It started out as a knitting club…of sorts.”
“Oh stop, be serious,” Astrea scoffed
“Ask your mother, she was there. My sisters, Clotho, Atropos, and I were merely passing time until Zeus and Prometheus created their little Mortal experiment and, well, Fate needed weavers and we were bored.”
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It started out as a knitting club where the members brought in their own supplies. Until Mary, the treasurer — she was in charge of collecting £2 from everyone to buy the next meeting’s tea and biscuits — decided to send a few letters to local wool suppliers. She offered the idea of making little hats for tiny babies at the local hospital, or some other charitable endeavour they could team up for. She received no replies. Then one day a hundred skeins of luxury wool arrived. A letter confirmed this was a regular gift the company was making. Every single month. Mary thought it curious that she’d not sent a letter to this company, she’d never heard of it, but clearly the manager had heard about them from the ones she had contacted. They quickly got bored of following patterns and started making little messy monsters, each emerged with its own personality. First were the chimera and medieval monsters which smashed two different animals together to make something new, like the bull-frog, an oversized frog with bull horns and tufted tail. Then came the series of plump geometric shapes. Anthropomorphic angles and ngons. An army soon grew, and the club members were outnumbered tenfold. Mary felt unnerved that no one questioned why their little plush dolls would dance around as they knitted new designs. As if the rhythm of the needle clicks were elaborate dance drums. She was even more concerned that it didn’t bother her either. By the third delivery of donated material, the club had shifted away from recognisable forms. There were twisted things with multiple limbs in all the wrong places. They were covered in ripples and spines, even knitted claws and rows of teeth inside gaping maws. These were ancient horrors, old denizens of something deeper than hell. The club loved them the same. The club grieved collectively the day they set their creations on the world. But their pride, seeing their creature’s independence, was the only balm they needed.
"It started out as a knitting club..." Ethel said.
I stared wide-eyed. "It...it did? But how...?"
"Well, it's kind of funny, actually. It's a surprisingly slippery slope between knitting group and cadre of international assassins. Soccer mom minivans are great for transporting bodies." #hbp55
Sometimes Bailey missed the other half the SWA which turned into the NPA. She remembered one of the friendships that was formed among her crew. It started out as a knitting club and then a Friendsgiving event. Now, they fight like warring countries. #hbp55
"There is no way the revolution started out as a knitting club. You're telling us a group of old ladies started the revolution?" Jordan scoffed.
"They would cover tanks and guns with colorful knits under darkness." Mr. Kingman continued his lecture, "Their protest was as a spark to flame."
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It started out as a knitting club, Heather thought smiling as she looked out at all the smiling people sitting in the newly built community centre, the chatter of excited voices and clicking needles filling the space.
But it became so much more than that.
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It started out as knitting club
& we were all just having fun
But soon it became a mission
To knit as many gentle hugs
As our local shelter needed
To celebrate the Christmas Day
With the warmest gifts of our love
#Poetry #Knitting
#Charity #Compassion
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📷: Tanis Fiber Arts
She shifted, talked, and joked, constantly alive with something new. Her club, now the knitting-old-films-pizza-and-crochette club, consisted of three people, attendance at 66%. He liked the way her hands guided his through mistakes, lingering, as It's a Wonderful Life played, also pepperoni.
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It started out as a knitting club,
scarves and mittens looped
from laughter and wool.
In December, they’d finished a scarf
with an intricate snowflake pattern.
On Christmas Eve,
someone brought an old photograph—
it showed the very same scarf
worn by a stranger,
taken decades before.
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Knit one, purl one.
It started out as a knitting club.
The women, and men, of the Sweater Whether Knitting Club, cosily carried out their robbery with effortless glee. It had taken them weeks to develop the right patterns made for quick plucking and infiltrate the Golf Club.
Janet felt alive!
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"And since then, it's become an offshoot of The Kingsmen," I joked.
"You geek," Ken's cute laugh made my heart flutter, "now we're opening out own arts and craft store! I'm so proud of how far we've come!"
"I am too," I smiled, fiddling with the engagement ring hidden in my pocket.
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“It started out as a knitting club,” Clara said, her needles clinking
Across the room, shadows deepened unnaturally, drawn to the rhythm of their work.
“Until the yarn ran out.”
The others nodded, weaving threads of night itself. It stirred.
“Now,” Clara whispered, “we knit fate.”
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Newsflash:"After two years of investigations, undercover missions and tying loose ends together, the Metropolitan Police was able to arrest the notorious Olsen Gang, wanted for countless charges of bankrobbery, kindnapping, holdups. Funny, considering that they started out as a knitting club. #hbp55
Nan was known as the ball buster in her elder living home, of which she was quite proud. She had a story to back it up, showing off a giant knitted wall hanging. "This was never gonna get done without me. It started out as a knitting club and ended with a knitting CLUB!" She raised her fist.
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It started out as a knitting club, my first time there, so nervous. All these old ladies I'm sure. Judgemental, noses in the air old women. Oi! I couldn't have been more wrong. Some old ladies, all sweet and caring. Giving me advice how to improve my knitting and my life. Knitting into family
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