At this point, we’re basically laying low after a weekend at Vogue Knitting Live New York that can only be described as 100% joytastic.
There is something wonderful about spending the weekend in a world where everybody’s a knitter, the hunt for yarns is a game that everybody wins, and you see people getting lost in classes, hangouts, and about a million gleeful selfies. Everybody is a fan of somebody else, so everybody has a great time connecting with their favorite designers and yarn makers.
If you haven’t ever been to a gigantic knitting event, we suggest you figure out how to get to one as soon as possible. It is the antidote to what ails ye—glorious fun.
What follows are a few snapshots from a weekend where we were often too distracted to chronicle all the beautiful things we saw, all the beautiful people we met.
Up top, of course, is the stupendous moment when our very own Kay Gardiner, OG Rowanette and the greatest Sassy Sue of all time, walked the Rowan fashion show runway to show off her Smoulder—one of Kaffe Fassett’s masterpieces. I wept a tiny little tear of MDK pride to see our doyenne of dishy knits delivering the stripey magnificence to the world. It was a hoot. Gale Zucker captured the historic moment. I was too busy sobbing into my Backyard Fiberworks yarn.
We saw Alice Starmore’s unbelievable design work up close. The new book is Glamourie. The handknits reveal the most extraordinary technique and construction I’ve ever seen.
Spent some quality time with Bristol Ivy’s samples from Knitting Outside the Box. Glorious to see.
A wall of Freia Shawl Balls is forever mesmerizing.
A visit with Marcia MacDonald of Lana Plantae plant-dyed yarns revealed colors that we can’t quite believe.
There’s just so much to digest. Thank you to everybody who said hi.
Who talked yarns with us.
Veronika Jobe of Yarns on the House and Lisa Chamoff of Indie Untangled
Who ate our nutritious and wholesome snacks at the MDK Lounge party.
(“Mozzarella stick” is a vegetable, and I’m not going to argue about it.)
And finally, like 12:01 am in Times Square on New Year’s Day, we packed it in.
I had funny conversations with two of the knitting world’s most excellent introverts—I have long believed that knitting is a haven for the quiet souls of the world. We agreed that the deep pleasure of hanging out in an environment as deliciously frenetic and overwhelming is worth the introvert’s afterparty of finally getting home, grabbing one of the six bags you came home with, and doing a bit of knitting to calm the soul. While staring at a blank wall for a while.
Happy knitting, everybody. It’s just the best thing ever.