It’s dinner and nude knitting night with my friend Dave. Tonight is fondue night! We’re using giraffe plates in honor of April’s new calf!
Dave has been teaching me to knit (or trying to) for a few years now. We get together every other week, make low carb dinners, crack open a bottle of wine, dine with Jeffrey, then Dave and I head to the basement (aka the nude lounge) and strip down for a night of nude knitting. We’ve been doing this for a few years now and, while my knitting leaves something to be desired, Dave is very patient and we always have a great time. It’s nice to have a naked buddy to socialize nude with, since Jeffrey is not a bare practitioner (nod to blogger buddy and fellow bare practitioner, ReNude Pride for the term) and although my BF, Jim, is, he’s two hours away.
(Is it ironic that I’m hanging out naked, making clothes out of yarn?)