Flushing looped last night with Queens’ Knitting Workshop, threading NYC’s spring at a Main Street studio. Knitter Lena Carter taught scarves as 40 clicked, a $15 class for yarn hands. It’s borough threads—pure Queens vibe, needles hot. A kid dropped a stitch; a pro purled a row. ‘Queens knits—this is it,’ Carter says, casting on. The room turned loom.
The shop’s fresh—March 18’s start, it doubled since RSVPs, packing seats by 6 p.m. Carter’s a Corona stitcher; last night’s crowd hit max—yarn tangled. A latecomer nabbed a skein; clicks rang—NYC grit glowed. Works hit the pile—craft ruled. #QueensKnitting trended; Brooklyn wants a needle.
Some griped—’Too slow,’ sniped a newbie, dodging loops. Space pinched—latecomers stood; knit held. A needle bent—swapped quick; rows rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Flushing owns it—threads rule. The studio’s never stitched so bold.
Carter’s teasing a knit-along, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s warmth—this weaves it,’ she says, packing wool. The shop’s a Queens win—grit meets cozy. It’s a knit rush; join the next. Bring a hook—stitches call.