Dear Kay–dear, faraway Kay, Kay who can no longer rummage through my yarn looking for more Cotton Classic yarn, ya big MOOCH,
You know that part of any Jacques Cousteau documentary where the divers surface after 12 hours under water, drag themselves back onto the rubber raft, and gasp, “Écoute, Jacques! Zere are amazink sings down zere”?
That’s me flopping into the rubber raft. Our little book tour has revealed to me so many marvelous and weird things that it’s going to take a while to process them all. At this point our work is done for the next little while. (Except for May 4 at Yarn Shop and More in Overland Park, Kansas; and May 6 at String of Purls in the town of yer birth, Omaha. Looking forward to driving around with you there and hearing about your old boyfriends.)
Nashville! Angel Hair Yarn Co.!
Remember the Long Day’s Journey into Philadelphia, when we sang “On the Wings of a Snow White Dove”? Who knew that at some point we’d actually get some wings?
Our visit to Angel Hair Yarn in Nashville was a regular homecoming. Co-owners Andrea and Pam were positively SOUTHERN in their hospitality, what with the blanched asparagus, the festive beveraging, and the all-around superfriendly coziness. On the Angel Hair blog, Pam provides highlights which embrace the Mason-Dixon aesthetic of the artfully blurry photo.
The angel wings were Euroflax (of course), knitted with Pam’s typically spectacular, State-Fair-worthy technique:
We were grateful to be labeled. I was getting suspicious because Kay was only referring to me as “Hon” or “Sugar” or “Precious” anymore.
We spotted beautiful book projects in the field at Angel Hair. Get a load of this:
Charisse is making the Moderne baby blanket, only different. By changing just one color, the blanket looks totally different from the one in the book. Lesson for me: one color makes a big difference. Go Charisse!
Baby Kimono Alert! Robin realizes that a new mother often has a hard time remembering her baby’s name, never mind spelling a stumper like Isaiah, so she helpfully worked buttons from Oriental Trading into the front:
Oriental Trading has all sorts of cool buttons, but I’ve never seen any like the ones Robin found.
It was a fantastic night of knits, friends, and new faces like Axley’s:
Guys who knit–we love ’em!
Brentwood Ho! Threaded Bliss!
If anybody would like a flip book which captures every single moment of a recent Friday night at Threaded Bliss Yarns, owner Sheila provides one here. It was a night to remember, with Whoopie Pies (that’s what you’re looking at up there at the beginning of this entry), Amstels, and an incredible group of knitters.
My favorite moment (other than seeing how much of a Whoopie Pie a person can fit into one’s mouth at one time) came when we witnessed with our own eyes the completion of a log cabin baby blanket: Lindsey jumped up, beside herself, having reached the summit of her own Mount Everest! In time for the baby shower, even!
We had a cross-crafting moment when Angela whipped out a little something she’s been working on:
“See? If you just pick up stitches along the side, you could knit this whole thing.”
This evening was more fun than two knitters should be allowed to have. Thank you, Sheila and David and everyone down yonder, for giving us such a hi-calorie, hi-larious night.
We had a late-night snack. (That’s deep-fried corn on the cob, in case you’re wondering.) (We swear we’ll never do that again.)
At any minute, I can feel the knitting coverage returning. Thank you all for coming our our little odyssey with us.