December 28, 2005
Well, the last semi trailer has arrived in the West Loop, ready for the load-in tomorrow morning for the Windy City Winding Party. We borrowed the set from the Country Music Awards, and it’s going to be one awesome evening. Mary Neal is working on her Fiona Apple songbook; I’m going hardcore country, myself. Kitty Wells and June Carter Cash all the way. I hope everybody’s going to like the show. We’re expecting bloggers, knitters, quilters posing as knitters, friends of knitters, suburban knitters, city knitters, people bearing dip, people bearing yarn–it’s a regular reenactment of the Twelve Days of Christmas. Oh, I feel a haiku coming on–
Upon Greeting Folks Who Arrive at the Windy City Winding Party
Yes, the stairs are steep
If you lean against this wall
You’ll catch your breath soon
What is your name, hon?
Just tell us your URL;
Grab yerself a beer.
Come early, everybody, and stay late! Can’t wait to meet you all.
Kay, dearest, it’s just killing me that you won’t be there in actual person. We’ll wind a ball of denim in your honor.
PS Have I mentioned how much we’re loving Chicago? Upon arrival, I simply had to watch Chicago’s Favorite Adopted Daughter Oprah this morning as I had my ritual Morning Muffin of Life on the Road. Oprah didn’t disappoint, lemme tell you–she had not only FAITH HILL, the prettiest country music singer, but FAITH HILL’S HAIR which really was outstanding. (Faith Hill Hair Watchers: It’s gone deeper blonde. Memo to us: go deeper blonde). And Faith brought along the hard-workin’ mother of five from Stoughton, Massachusetts, who wrote three of the songs on Faith’s new album. Oprah: crying. Just totally slobbercrying. Mother of five: crying like she just found Jesus. Faith: preserving that Revlon contract by appearing to cry yet not actually spilling tears over the boundaries of her mascara. Pure stinkin’ genius how she managed it.
I can feel the Oprah in the air, I really can. I keep waiting for an Oprah staffer to tap me on the shoulder and say, “Ma’am? Are you a hard-workin’ mother of five? Or two? Could you by chance help us show our studio audience how to knit?”