I didn’t really leave my yarn in San Francisco. Well—maybe a few scraps of Felted Tweed on the floor of my hotel room (as you do). I write this sitting in the airport, homeward bound, after a super-fast business trip in which I had just one full free day to taste the delights of this beautiful city.
First, the Friends
I did a crash tour of MDK contributors, almost like speed dating—but with knitting, matcha lattes, and you know, not dating. I absolutely suck at remembering to take documentary selfies. I had wonderful, albeit fleeting, meetups with Liz Kaplan and Cecelia Campochiaro which were captured, if at all, only on surveillance cameras. (Hey! Did you know Cecelia’s new book, Making Marls, is coming out next week? We’ve had a preview, and it’s amazing. Stay tuned for more news.)
You know who’s the best at selfies, and in particular at finding perfect backdrop walls for selfies?
Sonya Philip, that’s who! When we were saying goodbye and realized we hadn’t taken a picture, she pointed to this hot pink window, which T Mobile probably put there just on the off chance that Sonya would pass by.
I know I’m not the only one who misses Sonya modeling handknits and me-mades in front of the glorious murals of the Mission. She’s on the final laps of writing her book, which will come out in April 2021. I cannot wait! Here’s hoping she’ll soon be freed up for new doings and writings here on the internet. (Like, literally: here. In this space.)
New Frontiers in Portable Knitting
I’m so confident that I’ll finish my pullover version of the Main Squeeze Cardigan by the end of February (and the end of our Bang Out a Sweater knitalong) that I’ve barely put 5 hours into it since the start of the month. I could be on the road to disaster, or to a very long night of knitting on February 28. But here’s the thing: I just can’t tear myself away from my Stranded Stripe Throw until I finish every stripe of Kaffe’s Coins motif. Here’s where things stood as I left for the airport:
40 inches long.
Eight more Coins stripes to go.
If my flight out here is any measure, I can expect to get 4-5 of those remaining stripes done on the plane home.
I’ve got the same feeling I had when I was on the last hundred pages of Middlemarch: I can’t stand the thought of it ending.
The only thing keeping me going is the prospect of making my first needle-felted steek.
In the MDK Shop
A highlight of my Free Day was my first ever visit to San Francisco’s Museum of Modern Art. On a Tuesday afternoon, with gorgeous sunshine outside, the galleries were nearly empty. We wandered almost all by ourselves amongst the Richters, Matisses, Kiefers, and Alberses, and one stunning Osawa. I drank it all in. Life is good. I put a few of my favorites up top in the gallery.
If you can get there in time to see JR’s fabulous moving panorama, get there! If Cecelia hadn’t peeled me off the bench, I’d still be gawping at it.
Wish you were here!