I have to keep it brief because things are superbusy around here.
New York, New York! Carrie’s bat mitzvah was amazing, as we all kind of suspected it might be. So proud to see her up there, calmly blasting through the Song of the Sea and some other really involved part that was frankly totally in Hebrew and therefore deeply mysterious. I am certain, however, that she nailed it. She just seemed to have it in hand.
Table 5 at the luncheon was a collection of Kay’s Imaginary Knitting Friends–so funny to consider the fact that we all met via the ether. Were we actually there? I’m not so sure.
Superintrepid Gale Zucker photographed the whole weekend. Here she’s with supermodel Rosie, who’s appeared in both our books, and Rosie’s remarkably unstage-mommish mom Diana.
A few photos for ya, then I gotta run.
Belinda, her mate Neil and I managed, on the strength of exactly one slice of pizza per person, to arrive at our mission destination, the eternally head-busting M & J Trimming. The quest for ribbon for Carrie’s sparkly cardi devolved into a contemplation of things like this:
Stocked up for my next round of voodoo rituals:
At the Metropolitan, as ever, there was gorgeousness at every turn:
A French Art Deco vase.
Ancient Roman tiny vases.
And as happens at museums, sometimes you can’t tell whether something is a sculpture or just an empty display case.
I took this photo as a joke, but when I got home, David looked at it and said, “Cool, mom! You’re inside the case!” I hadn’t even noticed. Nothinggggg’s everrrrrr emptyyyyyyy . . .
Since getting back to Nashville, it’s been really fun to work on our screenplay. I wish it could magically turn into a movie starring Susan Sarandon and Julia Roberts, but it’s clearly going to take a while. Anybody who’s looking for a screenplay to produce, please contact us. Anything involving Vikings and the Civil War has to have an audience, right?
PS I have been forgetting to mention this, but it’s right there in the right column: OUR NEW SHINY PAPERBACK IS COMING OUT NEXT WEEK! It smells SO DELICIOUS, I am telling you–your Kindle will never have the incredible, fresh-ink smell of this book. You flip the pages, admiring all the colorful and square knitting projects, and you are rewarded with a delicious poof of the printerly arts. NEVER has a knitting book had such a delightful, inky scent. Get ’em while they’re still warm.