You know I hate to leave you hanging when it comes to the burning issue of Reporting On Events Involving Knitters. But I had to get home from Chicago, find the dang USB cable to hook up the Anncam, and do the trickiest Photoshopping of my life in order to bring you the full report on what was for me a really mind-blowing evening.
I still can’t quite get my head around the fact that a bunch of women who don’t know each other would go to a fair amount of trouble (hour-long train rides from Geneva, travel while toting a warm artichoke dip, bringing lasagna on a train, and on and on) in order to hang out and knit.
Maybe that’s actually not all that surprising. Running away from home is everybody’s fantasy, right? And it did involve knitting. But still.
The scene: The Sister-in-law Mary Neal’s loft.
Once people started arriving, the traditional Pile Up Of The Knitting Bags began by the door. Alice the yarn-sniffing cat inspected each one.
So much chow! Chow of all sorts: dippish chow, layered pasta chow, chocolate chow. Everybody brought chow!
Karen brought Garrett’s popcorn, which need not be explained to Chicagoans, but suffice it to say that the caramel/cheese mix is one of Oprah’s Favorite Things.
Dana brought a pineapple of hospitality. Dana is getting married in three months. Mazel tov! We’ll be there!
Collette, Elizabeth, and Erica, who brought peppermint bark AND artichoke dip. The two food groups: sugar and mayo.
Helen, she of the lasagna, and Emily, who is wearing the handknit she cooked up when she decided to teach herself Fair Isle. Note, of course, the tweedy goodness. I should point out that Emily is actually famous for her quilts, which will take your breath away and which you can see here.
The gang from Geneva was kind of hilarious. They all brought socks:
Jodee’s sock. I’m telling you, Kay, the sock train is leaving and we better get on board.
Here’s the hostess di tutti hostesses Mary Neal, who was accused of having hair that isn’t really all that red though I of course disagree, along with Corinne (whose book of doggie knits is coming in 2007) and Bonne Marie. Yes, Bonne Marie as in Bonne Marie of Chicknits.
Now, you can guess how the evening went. Everybody pretended to chat in a friendly way for as long as they could stand it, then one by one we dropped like flies to start the knitting portion of the evening.
I tried to work on the new lace shawl I started on the plane, using Thing 2, the mercerized Blue Heron cotton that has been marinating for several months. You can see how successful I was.
The ostensible reason for the evening was winding yarn for the Perfect Sweater project. But honestly, when the conversation was cooking and the socks were flying, the yarn-winding pretty much fell by the wayside. I was glad that Cristina managed to crank a ball of Noro, in the name of common decency:
At the end of the evening, we said tearful farewells, swore we would stay sweet, and we declared the whole thing a ton of fun. And yes, we did finish
the bourbon milkshakes.
Happy new year, amies! Thank you, Mary Neal, for hosting us, and thank you, everyone, for coming.