I write to you even though you are sitting in the same room, because I like to write to you. I wanted to update you on what you’ve been doing for the last 24 hours. Driving and talking. More driving then more talking. That about sums it up. Not really! Although exhausted from talking my head off, here are a few snapshots from the road.
First Stop: Lexington, Kentucky
Lexington is all about the equitation. White fences as far as the eye can see. Some very well groomed horses live here. Not that we spent any time at the track. No! We had a mission.
We had a fabulous evening at Joseph-Beth Booksellers, a bustling independent bookstore. Knitters came from all over.
We brought samples. And spare hair. For some reason we thought the people might like to see our alter-wigs. They humored us.
Our accommodating hostess, Rachel, who knits as well as models. Here she wears the Daily Sweater.
A Heartbreakingly Cute Moment, Squared. The imperturbable and adorable Baby Iris and Mom Holly.
If your in-laws sit through an hour of knitting chat just to get you a signed book, you have very good in-laws.
The next morning, we were up at dawn for a peek at Lexington’s Magpie Yarn and a sit & knit with its owner, Jane. This is an LYS you could settle down in permanently. Cute as a bug and full of the good stuff. Saturday morning classes begin at the ambitious hour of 9 a.m.
Then it was a 4 1/2 hour haul back to Nashville, which you impressively managed to drive in 3 1/2 hours while I sat making slow progress reacclimating to Kid Silk Haze after a long hiatus. I think I have yarn rage. This stuff knits all crazy-like.
The Southern Festival of Books
On our way from your house to the Southern Festival of books, a marching band crossed our path. This seemed like a good omen. (It was not, as it turned out, an omen that your Mac was going to work with the Festival’s digital projector for our slideshow, but it was a good omen nonetheless.)
This is where they hold the Southern Festival of Books.
This is where you get to sign books after your chit chat, slides or no slides.
I love the smell of books in the afternoon. Such a well-organized festival. You got your time at the table, then they took your name down, and it was hasta la vista and the next author’s turn with the Sharpies.
It was great to see Nashvillians who knitted and test-knitted for the book. Pictured here is one of them, the tireless Mary Sue and her husband Mark. I would like to point out that Mark is a weaver.
The long-distance award goes to a pair from St. Louis. Pictured here is Tempest in a Pot of Tea.
Ann. We need to talk about the rubber-stamping.
What can I say? This is really fun. For a few short days, it feels like everyone we meet is a knitter.
Because everyone we meet is a knitter.