Today is one of those busy Mondays but I had to throw on the blog some pictures of Saturday’s doings in beautiful downtown Andes, New York. Andes is a bit off the beaten track. Remember that TV show Northern Exposure? The one where the moose strolled down the middle of the street during the opening credits? That could totally happen in Andes. Andes is unspoiled, yet it has good coffee. Hard to find that combination. And when you see a building in Andes that is kinda lean-y? Rest assured that it’s because they like it that way. Because when the citizenry of Andes wants to beautify something, they get busy and BEAUTIFY it. (I’m not saying whose house, but somebody’s porch decorations for Christmas included mini-chandeliers. I’m not saying it’s the house where we shot our book. I’m just saying: chandeliers.)
Where to get the good coffee: The Slow Down Cafe. (Slowing Down is mandatory at the Slow Down; there is none of this vulgar barking-your-latte-order business in Andes.) The owner/chef of the Slow Down is Rosalie, who, by sheer nutty, knitty coincidence….
…raises alpacas and has their fleece spun into amazing, perfect yarn. Rosalie’s alpaca flock/herd/cotillion is a regular soap opera, but they produce beautiful fiber. I begged Rosalie to let me know when she goes commercial with this yarn. I’ll keep on it.
The Host Wore Handknit
Mercantile’s co-owner, Lee, went so far as to wear a handknit to the party. Now, Lee is not a knitter. I think he was expecting that at a gathering of knitters, there would be ancient rites and rituals, perhaps the wearing of the Secret Apron or something. He may have been disappointed in this regard. The knitters showed up, looking otherwise normal, sat down, knitted and yakked. You know–the usual procedure? What we knitters call A Rollicking Good Time? Afterwards I heard Lee describing it to Rick on the phone, with some wonderment, ‘Well, at first nobody was there but me, Eva and Kay, and I was freaking out that nobody was going to come, then they all came and they sat and knitted and it was great.” Which just about sums it up. We sat. We knitted. It was great.
Our hostess, Eva, Mercantile’s sole employee. Eva can turn out the handknits like crazy. Her only problem is she needs the patterns to be in Danish. So imagine my glee when she unfurled a Moderne Log Cabin! Proving that even if you only knit in Danish, you can knit the Moderne. Eva’s color sense is amazing, as is her strength to churn the garter stitch. She’s not even winded and she’s more than halfway through.
Partial view of table.
The Dude Knitters of America sent a representative. Gerry claims to be a newby but had an impressively cabled scarf on the needles. Gerry is involved with the Roxbury Arts Group and told of its tantalizing line-up of felting classes with Jill Kline, coming up this winter. Git on it, Catskills knitters!
We went nuts when this baby looked in the window. Since we were in Andes, it is likely that this baby was strolling on her own. Just out for a walk and a look-around. She stared for a long time, very solemnly taking in her first knitting party.
An ordinary hat, you say?
Not hardly–for the North Country, you need a lining.
Look! A Vintage Velvet, worn in the French Manner! I had mine on too. Also in the French Manner. Jinks–buy me a Coke.
Anyhoo, must get out and make my rounds. Knitters of the Catskills, I did not collect your links so feel free to send them to me and I’ll post them!