The Bristol Knit Club is a group of little old ladies that meets twice a month to knit, crochet, quilt and sip tea. However, unbeknownst to most residents, the geriatric knitters are the Kingmakers of Bristol politics.
Since its inception in the early 1900s, the Bristol Knit Club has been a player in Bristol politics and their blessing is essential for candidates to succeed in local elections.
In a stale, dry, breathless room that smells old, the 12 members congregate once a month. The Bristol biddies knit, carp, pass judgment, share gossip and pretentiously sip their warm tea while they negotiate political nominations by intimidating and strong arming office seekers.
Armed with nothing but yarn, knitting needles and quick wit, the mean old grannies once negotiated the nomination of Joseph Dutton for mayor over a boilerplate candidate in 1916 that later disappeared from the political landscape.
To say candidates are nervous to appear before them is an understatement. Said one former legislative hopeful, “One false move with these gray haired fossils, and you could be found face down in the Pequabuck.”