Time for some Prouds and Sorries.
I have now unpacked both literally and figuratively our visit to Vogue Knitting Live. It was a weekend that tested us to the core: endurance, focus, ability to gaze upon the light fixtures of the Marriott Marquis Hotel and not make fun of them every single time.
Got to see so many killer handknits, and by killer I mean knock-you-down great. I blame the dim lighting for the quality of these pix, but I was BESIDE MYSELF at the sight of these.
Paige explains the beauty of garter stitch at Gulliver-size gauge:
April and I spent a while talking about Texas, the coziness of the World Wide Web, and that skein of yarn she’s holding.
Shameka’s sweater features those cable-on-cable-on-cables that I’ve never had the courage to try. She made it seem like no biggie. (She is also clearly a person who understands how to do product placement.) Eagle-eyed reader Dawn has ID’ed this headbangingly complicated sweater as Stonecutter. Thanks, Dawn, and high five Shameka!
This wonderful lady is showing me a picture of Yasser, over in Kenya, who is learning to knit. He’ll be getting a copy of the coloring book for knitters. O JOY!
Rosemary’s bolero is toreador-worthy. She totally rocked it.
This is doubleknit op-art madness, from Wall of Yarn, an Illinois (the distance!) shop who brought a boatload of Rauma, a Norwegian yarn new to me but a favorite since 1927, apparently. (What rock have I been living under?) The double-knitness means this scarf is perfectly flat, but with the same pattern reversed on the back side. Is this the year we learn how to do this?
Annie from The Yarn Company, showing that she’s two pounds into her three-pound blanket.
Prouds, Part Deux
I like to think I’m pretty sturdy around yarn. Until I’m not. Into the Knitty City tote bag went these:
A bit of Twist Sock from Hedgehog Fibres (Irish and therefore awesome), colorway Pod. Kay overheard someone saying, “She’s clinging to it. She’s not letting it go.” Proud? High moment of the show, to be accused of clinging.
Finally, a wintry ice blue skein of a yarn from a new yarn dyer, Little Fox Yarn. This fingering weight superwash merino/silk is named Vixen, colorway Blue Boy. It is gloriously subtle in its color shifts, almost a faded appearance. Could not wait—I cast on Hortensia, a sweet little lace cowl pattern from Nell Zeroli’s Nell Knits, at Gate B4, LaGuardia Airport, and I kept going all the way home.
It’s right there, the Zone of Regret. I visited Neighborhood Fiber Co., got to visit with Katie and Karida, yet failed to secure any of this saturated joy-in-a-skein. See all that color? That’s taken from a balcony twenty yards away—my Sorry began before I even left the show.
Proud, Sorry, Love,