Every Monday night, I meet my knitting circle at a downtown Starbucks. We call ourselves the Knittery. They say that children and pets like ritual, but I think that it is very important for grown-ups as well. Each Monday, I leave work (i.e. home) early and take the metro into the city. We all gather with our projects, drink coffee, and gab. It is great stress-relief for the beginning of the week. For one night, we leave our worries behind and talk about our mutual obsession: knitting, and all things knitting related.
The ritual of this is amazing when you think of it, women for millenia have been gathering together to chat and stitch (or sew, weave, spin). When we meet at that Starbucks, we are continuing a tradition that has meant so much to so many ancestors of ours. While for them, making crafts was less about fun, and more about surviving winter, but they still took great pride in their work and added wonderful detail and beauty to the most utilitarian of items. When I make a beautiful scarf that is going to keep me, or the person I give it to, warm during the winter, I still feel that same sense of satisfaction of making something that is both lovely and useful.