January 8, 2007
(Zitron Trekking XXL, color 100! These were my first socks!)
As I sat in our hotel room in London on New Year’s Eve, watching the boys watch the World Dart Championships (Phil “The Power” Taylor is a god, if you ask me), I thought about the year that was passing by.
I had just had a tasty glass of champagne in the lobby with Anna, who is not only a brilliant knitter but also a great person to drink champagne with. There she sat, as charming and elegant as a cat–somebody I knew only from the online knitting world, but suddenly right there on the sofa. When she showed me her cashmere Print o’ the Wave shawl, I felt a little shiver–a frisson if you’re feeling Frenchy–because hers was the shawl which prompted me to try to make one myself. The strangest thing is that it didn’t seem strange at all.
That’s what 2006 has been for me–the year when strange things didn’t seem strange at all. When in life do you get to go on a three-week road trip with a gal pal, where the agenda is to visit yarn shops and talk all day about knitting? How often do you get to have a book published with your name (spelled correctly, even) on it? It has been an amazing year, filled with new experiences, new places, and most of all, new friends.
I don’t have any resolutions figured out–other than my resolution not to have cosmetic surgery THIS year. So here’s to a new year filled with more of . . . whatever not-strange thing it is we are all doing here.
I have loved reading everybody’s year-end wrap-ups of their knitting year. Can you believe how much red-colored knitting and money-raising and merciless butchering of the English language is going on? And how much we will be doing in the year to come?
Here’s to a year filled with more firsts for us all.