It’s so crazy, this book-tour thing, innit? You show up places and hope other people will show up, and they do! Then you talk yourself silly, knit (in my case, knit and rip since I can’t seem to keep a stripe pattern straight while talking), eat, pack up the Moses Basket, and head home to collapse in a heap. And I have to say, I didn’t feel like a ‘real’ co-authoress until we got our very own stalker. So far we’re not freaked out but if she stays with us past Philly we may have to consider hiring some protection. (Oh wait, Cara IS our protection.)
Yesterday was fabulous at Seaport Yarns, a shop so crammed with yarn, and so unusual in its layout (it’s in an actual, working office–some of the yarn is in filing cabinets, and behind pallets of wool you find people sitting behind desks doing totally un-yarn-related work while you shop; although they don’t work for the yarn shop, they are so accustomed to the arrangement that they can point you to the Blue Heron, or tell you that the Euroflax is in the conference room). Here are some scenes.
We had a baby! All the way from Salt Lake City, with his mom Katherine, and his grandma, too! We had another baby, wearing her Blu jeans, and we didn’t get a picture! There was even a third baby, also no picture! We are getting very lax ; MUST REFORM.
While baby sightings at knitting events are a treat, an even rarer bird is the reclusive species known as a Husband.
Stephanie B was out of town on business, so she sent her husband to get her book signed. Stephanie B, we would like to congratulate you. Your husband is the poster boy for Proper Husband Management. Such was his obedience that we even got him to pose with The Nightie. (For the benefit of those whose husbands are still in training, the command was, “Heel. Stay. Leave it!”)
Amber (she who shares the Boro Blanket Passion) showed up with her current blankie-in-progress, and look what she made! A cd for our late-night drive to Philly!
The playlist is almost as awesome as the art direction. (I know you’re hoping I’ll sing along to Rhiannon, and I won’t disappoint. Because you ARE like getting dark and then you are the darkness, babe.)
Like all raucous evenings, though, it ended badly.
Memo to self: Moses Basket on the subway? Not so much.
Tonight we have our Farewell to New York at the fabulous Knitty City, 208 W. 79th St, 6-8 pm. See ya there.
P.S. The winner of the caption contest is: [check here after noon].