Grrls of the Tea Room

Eliza, Laurie, Gwen, Val, Katherine, Me, Michaele

The Ewe-Tah grrls are a very diverse group.  While most are of the liberal bent, we do have the occasional conservative and Mormon. (They are few but very good natured about our general bitching.)  We are different sizes, ages and backgrounds but, we have so much more in common.  Knitting brought us together (of course) and there again, we have varying degrees of ability. Getting together gives us a chance to bitch, eat, sip, and most of all, laugh and have fun. Eleven Bitcher's joined together at the Beehive Tea Room for an afternoon of very civilized (and yet ribald) conversation, fabulous food, and lovely tea. True ladies of the Victorian Era, may have fainted dead away or twittered behind their handkerchiefs but, this is 2006 and anything goes, eh? 

It was decided hats would be der rigeur. So, to ensure everyone had a hat, if wanted, every hat I owned was toted along. Michaele's outfit was a perfect match to the vintage straw topper in my collection. Val was dressed to the nines in a lovely white and navy sun dress with a red hat, red mules, and a red wrap.  She was spring incarnate.  Katherine arrived in a vintage red lace dress that was the envy of us all.

Despite taking loads of pictures, the poor lighting took its toll and only a few turned out. Gwen and Laurie both have good pictures of the event and have imparted some of our conversation.  This group has fun wherever we go, whatever we do and Sunday was no exception. Little knitting was accomplished but, it was secondary to our day of fun. Utah Grrls Rock!

The group picture above was taken by a young woman who must have heard our laughter and seen our silly hats fabulous attire. She was from the Community Writing Center and wanted a picture to help stimulate ideas for her creative writing class.  We made sure she paid us back by taking pictures with all our camera's.   

Just for the fun of it please leave in the comments what your first line of a story, inspired by our picture, would be.

Comments

[Laurie]

"Mrs. Smith's establishment was not the kind of place you would tell your mother about."

[Carole]

That looks like so much fun! It's great to dress up and play a role, isn't it?

[janinej]

The monthly meeting of the knitting grrls was well attended, but this was to be expected really as this was the big one. They were there to plan the next stage of their life long mission - World Domination!

[Norma]

Oh, what a FABULOUS time. You Utah grrls definitely do know how to make a life. You know the expression "get a life"? -- well, you know how to do it with gusto. How wonderful.

[Kim]

How fun!!!!!

[Lucia]

"You can tell by the hats: this is not your mother's knitting circle."

(At least it wouldn't have been my mother's: she never wore hats. You all look mahvelous, dahling.)

[Elizabeth D]

It was a dark and stormy night. . .

[ann]

"A funeral shouldn't be this much fun ..... "

what a great day you had! dress up & knitting!

[Cara]

The tea sloshed from Mr. Rambouillet's cup for the third time that afternoon. He whipped his head around, wanting desperately to scold the overage group of women in the corner, acting like school children, but instead the tall one in the floppy straw hat and the loose red lace shawl caught his eye and winked. Mr. Rambouillet turned back around as the blushing heat traveled from the tip of his nose all the way to his feet. "It's quite stuffy in here," he said to no one in particular.

[Stitch-n-Snitch]

Knitters do it---with hats! ;)

[Kathleen]

Did you wear jeans Miss Margene?

[Susan]

"Although the gathering of beautiful knitters at the Beehive seemed innocent enough, behind several smiles lurked the dark secret of unfinished socks and projects left forgotten. Soon, one of these knitters would have her knitting secret forced out of the closet and into the harsh knitting light of day."

Okay. I got carried away.

[--Deb]

"What do you mean, we're too old to be debutantes?" they cried in dismay."

But, you know, I actually have a picture remarkably like that from a couple of years ago--me, Mom, my niece, and two good friends. With, naturally, hats!

[Vera]

How cool is that!?! Looks like great fun.

[Kathy]

"This is not your mother's or grandmother's knitting circle." What a fun afternoon! Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Isela]

The women gathered in numbers to formulate a plan to take over the bishopric, hahahahah...ok, that was bad, lol. Heheheheh, don't tell Mim I am being bad, lol. I am supposed to be the good example. You gals look sooo good. I wish I lived down there to be a part of the party.

[Peg]

The sisters were all gathered in their finery to listen to the reading of their very rich Aunt Bertha's will. Who would inherit the fabulous yarn shop and who would be left with the old farm?

[hornblower]

"From a distance they looked normal. But as I approached closer, that changed."

[Karen]

Oh I love that first picture! Hats can be such fun. Everyone looks so cute and that red dress is awesome!

[Beth]

Steve/Sandy's supportive friends gathered to wish him luck before his operation.

[Jocele]

How fun. I never thought I'd say this, but maybe it'd be fun to live in Utah. As long as I could hang out with you grrls.

[Liz]

On the surface this group of women seemed, perhaps, too jovial, for there was a dark current of intrigue weaving through the room. Looking to the backdrop, one could see at once that the moon, moody and mysterious, rising behind this frothy gathering, leant more than just a clue as to what was to come...

[18th c. mystery/romance]

[lisa Co. Springs]

It looks like you all had a great time! What a neat group of grrls.

I'm thinking about what I can do to create a little knitting mojo for Mr. E. Thanks for pointing it out to us.

[Lee Ann]

Mrs. Smith's Tea Circle was the perfect place to camouflage oneself, if one were a well-heeled lady who knew her manners, but kept a set of sharp pointed objects in her purse at all times, should manners become, as Mrs. Smith would say, "insufficient"....

[regina]

what a lovely gathering! looks like so much fun. you all look fabulous!

[Kit]

The dark little room was brilliant with the company of many bright smiles and sinister implements of what they termed 'knitting' but upon closer inspection could have been any number of things. Including...MURDER!

I wish I had actually caught the tea part of the Yahoo digest subscription. I missed it completely and it looked like a simply marvelous "Schlechtness" party (Schlect="bad" in german and was a party my LDS buddies and I would have and included risque conversation, pretend booze, a 'Ho' [or Swiss cake, one half of a 'HoHo'] and a whole lot of fun). Do you plan on doing this again?

[Pat K]

It was a lovely afternoon, filled with light-hearted conversation and the quiet restrained clicking of well-used knitting needles. Yet within this seemingly well-matched group, one member secretly trembled with a ghastly secret that she feared the others would discover. She had, for the last month, been sneaking behind the barn in the late afternoon to.....crochet.

[meg]

How fun!

"There is something that happens to the atmosphere of a room when women congregate with hats."

[claudia]

Paroled from the Knitting Asylum, the former inmates attempt disguise.

[Kim]

Looks like so much fun! Ah, to move back to Salt Lake... (Betcha never thought you'd hear me say that, did ya.) There's just not another knitting group quite like yours, that is for sure!

[Imbrium]

I'm not sure open opening lines, but I can come up with some great closing lines!

Okay, how about..."On afternoon, the Ewe-tah knitters decided to turn their powers to evil." Tee hee!

[Sarah HB]

Love the hats and that vintage RED dress.

You guys look like you had a great time.

[Laura]

What appears to be a light hearted gathering among friends can often be a cover for darker secrets. For as they sip their tea, their eyes dart quickly and look away from one anothers hands. Hands that by day click gently knitting socks with tiny wooden needles.

The evidence of another activity is unapparent to the gentle souls around them. The stained cuticles. The darkened fingertips. These ladies full of twittering giggles and wearing hats and frills were quivering inside with anticipation for the moment they could get home and shed their disguise to plunge their hands once again into their dye pots roiling with vinegar fumes. Their yarn dyeing addictions brought them together by day, but kept them up until the wee hours at night, stirring, pouring, mixing, measuring... all over a bubbling cauldron of color.

[Sneaksleep]

It wasn't just any old tea those ladies were drinking, let me tell you!

[Linda M]

fifty truly is the "new" thirty, I said to myself as I contemplated those magnificent females laughing bawdily among themselves as they knitted up a new vision for world domination. I can't wait til I'm old enough to join them, but that day will be coming very soon! I'll buy myself a new hat and some special sock yarn and take myself to tea with them as soon as they'll have me!

[colleen]

Not sure which I like more: the hats or the goodies.

[Katherine Allred]

"'That shawl pattern is so pretty,' Katherine thought to herself. 'I must have it, but how? She'll never reveal her secret combination of stitches.' Katherine's tea grew cold as she pondered this, gently fingering the sharp ends of her tiny metal double points, pricking her fingertip on one of the size zeroes."

[Colleen]

Let's see ... keeping with the Victorian theme...

"The woman in their hats and Sunday best stood out from the sombre green and black walls of the notorious tea house; women dressed for attention."

[Kristi aka Fiber Fool]

OOoo, what great fun! None of our teas have been in fancy attire, but that would be a fun twist! I'm glad you guys had a great time.

[Chris]

How classy and classic and obviously great fun!

[Debi]

Eagerly awaiting the Chippendale dancers, the Ewe-Tah Grrls could hardly containly thier excitement while contimplating their first lap dances! :)

Looks like big fun!

[Wanda]

Seven lovely ladies attired in fetching hats sat in the parlor awaiting to be seated for a civilized afternoon of high tea.