Saturday afternoon seems like a fine time to stick my head up and say hi. The thing about not blogging for a long time is that you lose the habit. You stop blogging in your head. What scared me into action, though, was when I noticed that I was becoming able to pass cute, funny and/or touching things (or even all three at the same time) and not take a picture.
Case in point: can you ba-leeeeeeve that I almost passed the United Church (on Broadway in the 170s) without taking a picture? I love that sign so much. (Come to think of it, “come on in or smile as you pass” would be a nice motto for a knitting blog.) I did smile, every time I passed.
Another place that I always smile as I pass (except that I rarely pass without coming on in, and my credit card coming on out) is my dear LYS, Knitty City, on West 79th Street at Amsterdam Avenue. I stopped in last Wednesday evening and nearly dissolved into a puddle of tears (which does not really qualify as an event these days) at the sight of two tables of knitters sewing up blankets to be sent to afghans for Afghans in memory of Peter.
As you know, Ann, Peter was a staunch advocate of knitting. He was the wind beneath knitting’s wings. Like it or not, he had an excellent vantage point for observing knitting, up close and personal. So deep was his immersion in knitting, and in the yarn- and fiber-centered lifestyles, that there were only a few nuances about knitting that Peter did not grasp. Such as:
1. What is knitting? How is it done? What tools and materials are involved?
2. In what way, if any, does knitting involve the purchase of yards and yards of printed cotton fabric?
3. Are knitting and quilting the same thing, or different, and if they are different, in what way are they different, and if they are the same, see question number 1.
4. What is crochet, and why am I not allowed to speak of it?
5. What does afghans for Afghans have to do with knitting? Is there a sister organization called checks for Czechs? Can someone clear this up?
So this is why I cannot help thinking it’s kind of funny, and touching and cute, that so many beautiful handknit blankets are being created and donated in Peter’s name. He would be all for it, without having a very clear idea of what he was all for.
These are just three of the six Knitty City blankets, and I hear tell of others out there in Ravelry- and blog-land. I’m humbled and moved, more than I can say, by the knitting, and by the caring comments, emails, cards and letters that I’ve received. These acts of kindness really do help. Thank you, everyone.