What Was The Best Part?
April 29, 2005
I don’t think I will be able to express all that one petite Canadian did for New York area knitters last night. I have tried to settle on one thing as the best part, but I just can’t decide. So I’ll give you the list of contenders for The Best Part:
Was it walking into Lord & Taylor, past all the Paid Professional Perfume Spritzers (‘no thanks! no thanks! no thanks!’), going up in the elevator to the 11th floor (who knew there WAS an eleventh floor?), getting out, getting past The List of Names, and walking into
Was it that everybody was knitting–the whole time?
Was it the fun of imagining Stephanie walking into Lord & Taylor, looking up at the pink paper flowers cascading from the ceiling, dodging the Michael Kors perfume lady, and thinking, ‘What in the heck am I doing here?’
Was it that they were serving WINE?
Was it that cute boys were coming around with HORS D’OEUVRES?
Was it that the hors d’oeuvres were on sticks so we didn’t have to put down our knitting to fiddle with forks or napkins–just chew and knit?
Was it the non-stop game of Name That Pattern as you watched the handknits go by?
(This one had a Name That Pattern Difficulty Rating of Zero Or Less.)
Was it that Stephanie, when she took the podium, was hilarious and made you SO proud to be even one-tenth as crazy about knitting as she?
Was it when Stephanie asked all the bloggers to raise their hands, and half the hands in the room went up?
Was it the sharp intake of breath from the other half of the room?
Was it the awesome goody bag (are there two words in the English language sweeter than ‘goody bag’?), which included an autographed copy of the bookbookbook, PLUS a skein of Lion Brand WoolEase Chunky PLUS an invitation to knit the WoolEase into hats and mittens for the Dulaan Project?
Was it basking in the presence of Stephanie? She is so lovely that it is henceforth going to be difficult to imagine her yelling at her kids as much as she claims. (And I’m a little sorry about that, because it’s really fun imagining her yelling at her kids all the time.)
Don’t you wish you were a fly on the wall at Lord & Taylor’s management’s next meeting, where they all go, ‘What’s UP with the KNITTING? Is there a reason we don’t have anything to sell to these people?’ I have a feeling that heads are going to roll. (By next month, that lady will be accosting you on the ground floor with Michael Kors Cashmerino DK.)
All in all, it was a wonderful night for New York/New Jersey/Connecticut/Wherever knitters. Every bit of it was the best part. May the bookbookbook be in print forever!
Happy weekend, and once again let me extend my condolences that the Harlot did not make a stop in Nashville.