I had a great Hurricane Irene. Not as great as the clever Mrs. Levin, who used her time in front of el television to come up with @ElBloombito on Twitter, but a pretty fine time. (Listen here to how the Mayor really sounds speaking Spanish. Que loco, no? One suspects that he does it because it’s so darn cute. One almost forgives that whole “let’s forget about term limits, ’cause hey guys, it’s ME” thing. Even El BBC is taking notice.)
We hunkered down in New York, on high ground, and stayed close to the TV, the Twitter machine, the snacks and the Words With Friends. We kept all vessels filled with water and all devices charged, and because we did this, we never lost water or power. This morning I saw a tree in Central Park, in the 75-100 year old age range, that had just laid itself down on the ground. Roots in the air. Looked like it had just gotten tired. Glad I heeded the instruction to “Please exit the Pock!” on Saturday afternoon.
Now I’m heading East to see what has decided to lie down out there. Trying to get a little vacay, if there is a break in the natural disasters. (Did I mention the earthquake last week? Old news. We are OVER the earthquake. Barely a tremor where we were. I only knew it had happened because Joseph texted me.)
Before I go, I want to give away a couple of copies of the latest and greatest knitting books, just for fun. I have studied them thoroughly (Lord knows I’ve had the time), and they are both, in the words of our Mayor Miguelito, los libros fantathticos.
First up is Wendy Knits Lace. The title of the book is not breaking news for the tribe of Wendy’s faithful blog readers. (I would have titled it, Wendy Knits Lace: A Buttload of Lace.)
The book is delightful. Through Wendy’s serial knitting of lace projects, she has learned the ins and outs by heart, and she shares it all in clear instructions and illustrations of lace techniques, and then again in a varied assortment of well-written patterns. The designs are beautiful, the yarns are beautiful, and the photographs are beautiful. As far as I’m concerned, this is THE book for knitters who are new to lace, or knitters who have found the whole subject of lace, with its charts and its yarnovers and yarn forwards–not to mention the dreaded yarnover-after-a-purl (I hate that one!)– to be a bit intimidating. Lace has lost its power to intimidate. Wendy has straightened lace out and sent it to whimper helplessly in the corner. What will Wendy wrestle into submission next? Stay tuned. I don’t know, but I’m sure there’s something! She’s been knitting a lot of wordy mittens lately, just saying.
And Now For Something Completely…. Different
Squeeee! Squeeee! Squeee! If you don’t go “squee” when you see Anna Hrachovic’s tiny knitted amigurumi, your squeee-er is busted. This book is a gas. Anna’s mind is amazing. You have to see for yourself. (I follow Anna on Twitter just because it’s fun to read tweets like, “Casting on the toilet now.”) But apart from the exhilarating wacked-outness, there are practical aspects to knitting tiny things like this. If you have kids around, be they big or little, ironic or dead serious in their pursuit of the cute, they will see the point of knitting stuff like this: joie de squeee. The gratification is instant, and the yarn requirements are miniscule. It’s perfect knitting for hard times and short attention spans. And this is a beautifully designed book in its own right.
The Giveaway Part
SO. Our Wonderful Publisher has sent me two copies of each of these books to give away. Leave a comment to this post, one to a customer. If you can’t think of anything to say, just squeee, or tell me what you did while Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Pain in the Ass Irene swept through. I’ll draw a name randomly, let the winner choose which book, draw another one, let that winner choose, and so forth until there is only one choice left.
The deadline for entries is Friday night at 10 p.m. in New York, and I’ll announce the day after Labor Day.
And now, I’m away. Dry out, amigos!