First, a bit of housekeeping. Your house: not functioning because they have shut off the power in your neighborhood today. My house: functioning at subpar because the Hubby di tutti hubbisti is laid up in the hospital with a non-threatening but nevertheless annoying issue. I’m happy to say that he’s A-OK, and we are working through any interspousal issues ensuing from (a) the fact that he had Emergency Management Services send a cop to pull me off the plane to Chicago on Friday and (b) his temporary unavailability for 24/7 child care, which made me miss our Chicago events. (But wow, who knew that Emergency Management Services could DO that? Go, Mayor Bloomberg! Get down with your third term-seeking self! 311 rawks!)
I will leave it to you, once Nashville is hooked back into the grid, to tell the world about your FABULOUS TIME IN CHICAGO. I will take this opportunity to catch people up on my fabulous time at Shea Stadium a few days before. The pictures tell it all, really. It is a story of somebody willing to go very far into the Performance Art zone to show her love of fiber arts. And she did it with her own hair on!
Yes, I am speaking of Lily Chin. Who made this banner.
Are you impressed with with Lily’s custom Mets jersey? Would you be impressed if I told you it was a handknit?
Lily at the Bat, er giant knitting needle. (Yes, the uniform pants are handknit, too.)
Lily’s ball and glove. Crochet. Yes there was a bat, too. Kind of a challenge, the regulation size crochet Louisville Slugger, but Lily was strong for it.
The delightful Nicky Epstein signs a souvenir baseball that was one of the prizes for the evening’s drawings. A baseball signed by 9 knitting authors has got to be breaking new ground in collectibles, ya think?
My seatmate in the windy hallway was Wenlan Chia, fashion designer extraordinaire. (Wenlan has a Wiki!) We warmed our hands over greasy french fries and watery hot chocolate. (Both: delicious!) I resisted the urge to steal her hat. (Next to Wenlan was Debbie Stoller, so cheerful about attending a baseball game despite her zero point zero interest in baseball.) (Debbie has a Wiki, too! All the cool kids have Wikis!)
Considering it was such craptastic weather, the event drew a lot of knitters–900 plus. We had fun meeting, chatting and signing. We also had fun watching the non-knitting fans look at us and shrug on their way to the concession stands.
A high point was a young guy who did a double take as he passed our section of the table, which had (you will be gratified to know) a big sign featuring the cover of our book, which as you know says MASON-DIXON KNITTING right on the top in big fat letters. The guy says to his buddy: “DUDE!! My mom reads that $%^&* all the time!” Then he stopped and asked me what we were doing there. Which I really could not explain, but I asked him if I could take his picture and blog him. He said his mom would freak (in a positive way) if I did that. So here he is:
Tyler Charles’ mom, come on down! I hope you are reading this $%^& today!
I wish I had taken more pictures of the cheerful Mets-themed handmade hats, which were much in evidence. These were pretty much best of show, though.
When I finally made it out to the stands, the whole section was filled with knitters and knitwear-wearers.
Then it started to rain, and since, as a Yankee fan, I was beginning to feel a little woozy in the blue and orange environment, I made my way to the subway. (Yes I’m a weenie. My punishment was that it turned out to be a very exciting game. Joseph, although also a Yankee fan (through no fault of his own; he was born during the 1998 World Series), could not BELIEVE that I hadn’t stayed riveted to my seat.)
But I wasn’t alone on the train ride home.
Thank you Stitch & Pitch! Thank you, Mets!