I know you’re dying for a report on how the reading for KnitLit the Third went last night. Who are we kidding–that’s why we talked on the phone for an hour after I got home. But here’s the photo of the assembled readers, all of whom were authors except for the one on the far right, wearing actual lipstick (I wanted you, and my mom, to be proud of me).
From left, we have:
Nilda Mesa, a sister ‘recovering lawyer’ and author of ‘You Owe Me’;
Editor Linda Roghaar in her justly-famous yellow cardi, glowing that ‘new grandma’ glow;
Sandra Hurtes (“What’s a Yarn Store Without a Yenta?”);
Jenny Feldon (“The Scarlet K”; rated PG 13 for extramarital hat-knitting);
Cathy Cooper (“Pound of Love”);
Jenny Frost (“The Fabric of Time”);
Me: (“In Which It Is Discovered That I Am Not Ann Patchett”, reader not writer).
Now, as your Personal Reader, I will take questions from the audience:
Q: MISS GARDINER! MISS GARDINER! Is it weird to read something when you didn’t write it?
Q: Are you less nervous when you stand up in front of people and read something you didn’t write?
A: Are you kidding me—NO!
Q: But don’t you feel like, if they don’t laugh at the funny parts, it will not be your fault, seeing as how you didn’t write the thing to begin with?
A: Well, you make a good point. Wish I had thought of that.
Aw, just kidding Ann. They did laugh at the funny parts (especially the revelation that you actually ARE superfakeynice–people seem to want to know about that), and it was swell being there, knitting, reading, and (ah…) being read to.
See those windows behind us? They face onto 42nd Street, which as you may know is one of our major thoroughfares here in Gotham. The audience, contentedly knitting, faced these windows. You would not believe how many pedestrians stopped, for long minutes, to gawp in at us, talking to their companions, pointing and gesticulating as if it were a one-way mirror and we could not see them. Now you would think, with all the freaks patrolling the streets of New York, that New Yorkers would not stop talking on their cell phones to stare at the mere act of Group Knitting. But they did. Most amusing.
And in answer to the burning question: Those Socks That Rock, do they really rock?
Cara’s brand-new Rockstar socks make their first public appearance. Cara wants you to know that she shaved her legs in case anybody took a picture. What can I say? The evening was Pure Class.
I still think you might be Ann Patchett. Bring me Ann Patchett!