Well, honey, you missed out. Big time. We had a fabby day in Newburyport, as the pampered guests of Julia and her lovely, welcoming friends RoseAnne and Kristin. Wonderful turnout of wonderful knitters, including a few who are so into knitting that they don’t even blog about it. They just knit. (What a concept! Unblogged projects! Unblogged random musings!)
Now don’t get me wrong. It was rilly nice of you to send the spray-on Cheese Whiz. But since Kim had brought us a beautiful tray of delicious actual cheese (the kind you chew–try some and see if y’all like it), we somehow didn’t get to it. Ditto for the Emergency Bloody Mary Kit. Much appreciated, but somehow, in the endless stream of mini-meals — we had Elevenses of Muffins, coffee & tea; we had Excellent Pizza (6 of ’em) for what was officially called Lunch but was actually just a bridge to maintain continuity of caloric consumption between Morning Eating and Afternoon Eating, on the way to Homemade Brownies, Biscotti, Local Handmade Chocolates, and scones with cream and jam– we didn’t get to it. It was turned into a Fabulous Door Prize.
I didn’t have my camera with me. (Just let the enormity of that statement sink in.) I had left my camera someplace where I can’t get it for another whole week. It’s bad enough that I’m finding it difficult to communicate the details of my fascinating daily life, but to attend an event like this, and be the only person there without a camera, well. It was sad to say the least. Benedetta took pity on me and let me borrow hers. Here is a little You Were There photo essay. Please do go over to Moth Heaven for a full report and links to all the bloggers in attendance, so you can see more pictures and get the sensurround experience of the last scheduled Old-Timey Sew-Up Bee of the Afghanalong for Afghans.
I had Joseph with me, due to Spousal Failure To Make Self Useful this past weekend. Note how Joseph appears to be the very life and soul of the party, joyfully opening up Amy’s and Tunket’s Fabulous Door Prizes (thanks for those, too, doll).
What you don’t know is that until Amy and Tunket arrived and took over Joseph Management, Joseph was an unmitigated pill. He clung to me, whining ‘CAN WE GO NOW????’ from the moment we walked in, and for the next two hours or so. Then Amy and Tunket worked some kind of voodoo on him (not for nothing is Amy the Cyborgoddess), and he had a great time, to the point that when I told him we were leaving, he asked if he could have “a few more minutes”.
Here we see, at the far end of the table, Amy testifying about the Koigu she just won. On the left in the pale green sweater (Rowan Calmer) is Alison, the designer of the new MagKnits pattern “Nothin’ But a T Shirt”. I love this pattern for its wit and its beautiful shaping. I’m not sure it’s for me (Nothin’ But My Tummy), but I am thinking about possible modifications. A t-shirt in a lightweight cotton like Calmer is just too tempting to pass up.
Here’s Benedetta’s beautiful Maddalena, doing some simu-showing off of the Debbie Bliss Junior Knits jacket she got for her birthday, and the afghan that she art-directed herself. (Two pigeons with one fava.) Thomas, do you see that your fluorescent acrylic squares finally found a home?
Helping Maddalena with sewing up, here’s Wendy. I am a sucker for pictures of blankets on laps.
The cat who swallowed the canary, aka Mr. Butter-Wouldn’t-Melt, aka Mr. Are You Kidding I Love Sewing Parties, aka the Reincarnation of Jack Benny, in front of one of the Nashville afghans, which got its final touches in Newburyport.
Words cannot express my thanks to Julia for hosting this final Afghanalong shindig. When we started out, I did not imagine that we would make so many blankets or meet so many knitters, and I certainly never dreamed that other bloggers would open their homes up for sew-up parties. It’s been a great ride.
PS I promise to post this week about all the fabulous Buttonhole Bag stories and pictures I’ve been getting. It kills me to go so long without a good Felting Post…….