Another Vogue Knitting Live (New York) is in the books. It is already a blur. A warm, noisy blur of people and wool, and woolly people. We had a blast. We might have purchased some yarn. We might have brought our Rowan Magazine collections up to date. We might have eaten roast beef sandwiches for lunch two days in a row, under the abstract crystal blob chandeliers of the Marriott Marquis ballroom.
From our totally subjective (but accurate) perspective, this year’s Vogue Knitting Live was even busier than last year’s, by quite a lot, and especially on the Saturday, when it was hard to move through the marketplace floor. It would be interesting to know if others who attended have the same observation. It was bumpin’, that’s for sure. Many familiar faces, and plenty of new ones. Vogue runs an amazing show, from the marketplace to the classes to the amazing works of fiber art on display for all to enjoy up close.
A big thank you to the bustling yarn shops that graciously hosted us for book signings: The Yarn Cupboard on Saturday, and Knitty City, on Sunday. Thank you to every person who came to see us in the booths, and to readers who greeted us while we were on our mission to see all the yarn and meet all the people we possibly could.
A Walk in the Park Was a Walk in the Park
Sunday morning, at 7:30 sharp, a well-bundled band of hardies mustered at the 72nd Street entrance to Central Park for our Second Annual Walk in the Park.
It takes a lot to get up and out by 7:30 in the morning.
Especially a Sunday morning.
Especially a Sunday morning when a full day of yarn festival lies ahead.
Especially a Sunday morning when a full day of teaching knitting classes lies ahead.
The few, the proud, the Walkers in the Park, Class of ’17.
Among the luminary knitwear designers who joined us were Laura Nelkin, Mary Jane Mucklestone, Lori Graham, Bristol Ivy, Kirsten Kapur, Joji Locatelli and Veera Välimäki. We were, altogether, a hard-knitting, hard-working, fast-walking bunch. Extreme cheerfulness overall, with just a frisson of “when exactly is the coffee happening?”
The hard part was showing up. The walk itself was easy.
The sun came out and glowed orange light onto the facades of the buildings on Central Park West. Handknits were identified, admired, and necessary.
We paid our respects to the statue of Balto, then marched over to the cafe in the park by 8:03. Coffee and pastry and 8 perfect strawberries awaited. It was warm enough, after a little while spent indoors in our coats, to stand outside at snow-dusted tables in the sunshine, while large dogs gamboled, off-leash and not bothering anybody. The spirit of Balto smiled upon us.
As we got out of the park, these guys were waiting for one of their buddies to come down in the elevator so that they could go in.
We can’t wait for the next excuse to get together.