The Thousands

Knitters. Embroiderers. Jewellers. Illustrators. They’re a shifty bunch. Sly. ‘Crafty’, you might even say. (Ugh). They’ve got a little something planned for this weekend, only no one will know where until the day of the event. It’ll be more pop-up than a pop-up shop and will be over sooner than you can say ‘knit one purl one’, or in my case, ‘AAARRRRRGHHHH, KNOTS, I’M NEVER KNITTING AGAIN.’ 

Anyway. 

Once that friend who knows that girl who dated that guy for a little while finally texts you the address (or you just follow the instructions), I expect proceedings to go little something like this, perhaps with some retina scanning and fingerprint detection thrown for good measure. Then again, it might just be a group of men wearing trenchcoats with the goods hidden safely inside their lapels. Or a collection of cardboard boxes stacked conspicuously by the side of the road. Or even just a small gathering of lovely people in a park somewhere.

In any case, it’s a secret – so keep your mouths shut or you’ll find yourself with a knitting needle in the eye or on a date with a soldering iron. Those crafty types can be vicious, y’know.