A quick red alert to let you know that the Greenville Advocate has written a fantastic profile of Greenville, Alabama’s fabulous quilter and patron saint of Mason-Dixon Knitting: Elmira. Here’s the article–scroll down. Thanks so much to the story’s enterprising reporter, Angie Long.
Kay Gives Up Will to Live, Buys Whiffy Tablecloth, Quits Knitting
Tuesday was a push-the-envelope day that included two big stops on the Tour of Ann’s World. First was an outing to Grundy County so that Kay could see for herself the challenging circumstances under which I was blogging last summer during vacation. (“Wow,” she said. “The low bandwidth. I don’t know how you managed.”)
(To meet our pig ‘n’ lard requirement for the day, we had an encounter with some barbecue and cheese grits that we will never forget. It looks like we can cross EAT LUNCH off the list of things we ever have to do again.)
Second was a spin through the Tailgate Antiques Show out at Opryland. Under normal circumstances either of these would be considered a full day. To combine Grundy County and the Tailgate was to risk having our heads explode from the combination of caffeinated travel and
whiffy old textiles.
After three hours of car knitting, after going through a hundred motel rooms of stuff ranging from Precious Artifact of Domestic Life Circa 1721 to Weird Hank of Flax That Looks Like Human Hair, it appeared that Kay had hit the outer limit of human endurance. “Cannot . . . take it . . . anymore . . . ” she moaned. “Must . . . stop this . . . madness.”
She managed to see clearly enough to recognize a tablecloth that needed to go home with her, but she was listing as we headed back to the Mom Bomb.
Her parting words to me as I deposited her at the Snooze Inn: “I’m giving up knitting. Luv ya.”
PS Here’s the 2004 Creaky/Nonfunctioning Swift of the Year: