Yestarday, I overdosed on knitting. Why? Well, Kristi, my roomie, and I spent approximately seven hours with as many as 700 knitters or so. Non-knitters take this differently.
Ex1: The girl next to me in Anthro called it cute…but quite nerdy
Ex2: My father, who I talked to on the phone, replied that “it’s understandable. You might need this break.” To this I said, “What break? I’m knitting right now on the phone.” Then a long pause.Indeed. Yesterday I spent an evening with the Yarn Harlot sponsored by Knitch, my lys. Kudos to you guys who put this together! It was finally an opportunity to take Kristi and show her that the world of luxury yarn blows acrylic from right out of the stash. I convinced her to by a wrap/scarf/capelet pattern and to put organic cotton among other things on list of things to buy. I myself splurged (surprise surprise) on Lace Wool in Tumbleweed with which I’ll make the Muir shawl from the new Knitty. The purple and green are a whole lot deeper than the picture suggests. It’ll remind me of a vineyard. In addition, it’ll be my first lace project!
As for Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, she was hilarious! Check out her post about Atlanta when it comes out to get it from her perspective. Knitters from all around Atlanta and as far away as Tennessee and Alabama came and we filled up a theatre and the block from there to Knitch. Oh, to see the looks on faces of passerby. I was too intrigued by it all to take pictures but you can find some at Yarn to Knit. The third photo down has Kristi and me in line. We’re pretty far up but you can see my profile and the top of her head. Yay!
After one of the funniest lectures of my life (where we sat second row, second only to the board members of the Atlanta Knitting Guild) and a Knit-In where I got help with my WIP, Stephanie did a book signing. This is where I get first digress and say that I am participating in my first Swap. It’s for Knit the Classics. The person I will be be sending to gets, among other things, a personalized signed copy of At Knits End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much. Woohoo!
There was only one downside: no photo in the blog. The girl directly in front of us got a picture taken with her three socks. We were so close! I hoped for a mere elbow in the photo. Next time I’ll bring socks.
So, by 11pm when we got home, I pretty much collapsed. My contacts, completely unprovoked, popped right out of my eyes and into my fiber. Hm…I think they were waiting for that all night. Jealous just watching but not being able to feel the wonder.