Just a postcard to let you know (i.e., make you jealous) about my latest encounter with real, live Knitters of the Northeast. Yesterday morning, after enduring a slow-motion fish-slicing session at the ‘appetizing’ counter of Fairway (’cause a well-bred New Yorker never travels without her lox and bagels), I hopped the #3 subway to Penn Station. Three hours of clickety-clack (mine and the train’s) later, I was in Philadelphia.
I was met at the station by Cristina and her tummy (above on the right), and we were joined at Cristina’s house by Cheryl (above on the left). Cristina’s gallant husband entertained their adorable 6-year-old son by launching several hundred balloon-rocket flights in the yard. The only sign of them was the occasional rude noise dopplering by outside the window, which was actually quite pleasant. Meanwhile, Cristina, Cheryl and I had a leisurely lunch ‘n knit. Homemade squash soup. Hometown handmade chocolates. A tour of the Casa Cristina Textile Museum. The swapping of juicy bits of personal history (yours included of course), and a viewing of Cheryl’s stunning Kureyon scarves.
[Shopper Alert! Cheryl’s scarves are for sale at Ruka on 19th Street in Center City Philadelphia. First come, first served, while quantities last!]
The kicker was an additional three hours of soothing stocking stitch back to New York.
In the words of Hideki Matsui: I live for this.
Trusting you are sufficiently envious, but still like me anyway,
P.S. Speaking of baseball: