So last night when I had finally disembarked from two legs of air travel with the 105 members of the Camas High School Papermakers marching band, the lost baggage clerk asked, “If we were to open your bag–if the tag was missing–what sort of recognizable items would we find in it?”
“Yarn. It was about 50 pounds. A bunch of knitted stuff in there, but mostly, yarn.”
Such a poetic end to our little journey. After five days of nonstop talking, visiting, flying, driving, knitting, eating, yarn shopping, and more yarn shopping, it was only right that I should end up with only the clothes on my back, a finished Moebius scarf, and memories–sweet, sweet memories. Misty watercolor meeehhhhemories . . .
I can’t really hope to impose order on all this, so I’ll go all “impressionistic” (otherwise known as disorganized). One step at a time. It’s going to take a while.
Une Nuit d’Abundance
We were amazed at Abundant Yarn and Dyeworks. It does in fact have a footbath. I can confirm that. Heck, you could probably give yourself a footbath in the vat of indigo they had stewing. Pat and Stevanie probably encourage that sort of thing. I can also confirm that the knitters we met at Abundant Yarn were really, really welcoming and full of all sorts of wacky craftiness. At this point my notes are in the (abovementioned lost) bag, so I’ll share my pix and hope you guys will help me identify these geniuses.
Kay Gardiner, meet Kay Gardner. TWINZ! I am so relieved finally to have a backup. Kay, if you flake out, I know what my second phone call will be (after my alerting the Rowan people that their denim sales are about to tank).
A righteous piece of a Moderne blanket. This seems like the right amount of garter stitch for a person to be doing.
Serious gartery miter action, too. I like how these vibrate.
You’re witnessing the birth of a felted box/remote control cozy. SOMEbody’s wife is being awfully nice to somebody.
More bib action.
And, OMG, we had a Retriever. This cool dad was carrying out that most dire of assignments: getting a book signed for his daughter in, I believe, Wisconsin. There is a special VIP lounge in heaven for men who retrieve books for their loved ones.
And after we rattled on for a while, we settled in for a bout of knitting and poking around the store. There was Jessica, who road tripped from Seattle with her galpal Sarah. So great finally to meet this shadowy figure. And also Kathy, whose busted ankle didn’t keep her from showing me the Perfect Sweater CARDIGAN which she has almost finished. I am so making one of them. Once she cooks up the pattern. Which will be any day now. I’m sure. Any . . . day . . . now . . .
Speaking of shadowy figures, incredibly absent from our photos are Stitch Marker Larissa and her curly-haired dervish, Sebastian. You need a toddler in the mix to keep things frisky.
And after dinner, an abundant black cat crossed our path. Omen? Or just a really big cat?
Next up: Heading south. And west. Or somewhere.
PS The adorable one at the top came to the store with her decorating process already under way. We were rubber-stampin’ anything within ten feet of us, so she ended up with Kay on her arm.