This we know: the knitting life is not necessarily a normal life. For instance, how many normal people are running a drive-thru knitting school in front of their apartment building? Pictured above is my friend Suzanne. Suzanne is dear to me in her own right, and also because of her close personal tie (that would be marriage) to one of New York’s leading Norwegian-American citizens, the taciturn yet cuddly crankpot known as The Big Guy. She also is the mother of two beautiful girls who, as tots, thought my name was ‘Cake’, which it really should be.
A couple of weeks ago I taught Suzanne to knit over a latte and a good gossip at a midtown Starbucks. Suzanne is making a green shawl in Noro Lily and she is hell-bent on wearing it this summer. Now, I have been around the block a few times. I knew that Suzanne would experience her fair share of new-knitter emergencies such as dropped stitches, multiplying stitches, and other things that happen all by themselves. So I told her, ‘Just give me a call.’
Which she did. It might be easier if Suzanne came upstairs so we could work out her knitting puzzles on the sofa. But parking in front of my building after 8 a.m., when Suzanne drops the kids off at school, is punishable by a huge fine. I don’t know–maybe even imprisonment. Sitting and knitting in the car, though, doesn’t seem to endanger the peace. So every couple of days, class is in session at the East 19th Street No-Parking School of Knitting. Don’t be late!