Happy Valentine’s everybody! Here are some tulips for ya! Sweet Hubbo and the fellas brought me a bookay.
Here was the scene on Monday at the downtown Nashville library:
I love the fact that nobody could sit still. Lots of looking and comparing and advising.
Chattanooga Knitters On The Move
Meet (clockwise from bottom) Beth, Sandra, Becky, Cynthia, Honorary Chattanoogan me, and Karen. Road trippers, the lot of them, three hours from home. There was a lot of yarn-crawling in the works for this group; if I’d planned better, I’d have ditched out and stowed away in the back. Come back soon, y’all! We agreed that Chattanooga and Nashville ought to be sister cities, knittingwise. Spreading understanding of foreign cultures and all that.
Speaking of foreign cultures, the MDK All-Time, Never-to-Be-Topped Distance Award goes to Becky (top left), who less than 48 hours earlier had been on EASTER ISLAND. Easter Island is as far away from Nashville as a human can get without launching herself into space. It is 2,000 miles from Easter Island to the next chunk of land. Becky seemed remarkably lifelike, considering she had been traveling 24 hours to get home–Easter Island/Santiago/Miami/Atlanta. She claimed that Easter Island and Chattanooga are by some fluke in the same time zone. I smiled politely and said, “Of course they are, honey.”
I asked her about the Jared Diamond book, Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed, which is a cheerful little tome I picked up last year when learning about another one of those great dead civilizations, the Maya. Here’s Diamond’s take on what happened on Easter Island. Becky and I stood for a minute as we contemplated the decline and fall of massive civilizations. Then we started knitting again.
Coleman Strikes Again!
Last fall, Coleman completed a Koigu log cabin blanket that was swoon-worthy. Well, she’s been dipping into the high-end yarns again. She started with Koigu and started a log cabin. Once she got a square, she started adding strip upon strip to the sides, resulting in a Wrap of Twelve Skeins. Gargeous!
Girls and Boy
Right in the middle of the knitting circle, a pair of groovygals–newfound friends–cavorted solid, without stop, in a most extreme display of girl behavior:
Their parting was like the last day of camp: “BYEEEEEEEEEE! SEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAA!” BFF. Totally BFF. The universal binding power of knitting (even when it’s your mom who’s doing the knitting).
Last, but definitely not least, I’d like you to meet Rick.
Rick is seven. Rick was allowed to ditch school so he could come to knitting at the library. I had the great luck to sit next to Rick, who was not shy about correcting me when I got it wrong.
Example 1. Me: “Look, y’all! Rick is knitting a log cabin blanket!”
Rick: “It’s not a log cabin; it’s a courthouse steps blanket.”
Example 2. Me: “Here, Rick, I’ll pick up some stitches for you.” [I start in with his Susan Bates needle.]
Rick: “You really ought to be using a crochet hook for that.”
Example 3. Me [handing knitting back]: “There you go, Rick! A whole row picked up for ya.”
Rick: “You missed the first stitch.”
What a guy! A whale of a knitter and good conversationalist, too. We talked yarn, we discussed the merits of the Lunchable, we watched the My Little Pony action in the middle of the circle with some mystification.
Next gathering: Monday, March 12, Nashville Public Library. Precocious boy knitters, all girls, world travelers, Chattanoogans are welcome.