Amy is sick and I’ve got no one to play with.
Everyone send her good, healing thoughts…and chicken soup…in an envelope.
This weekend I did something that I DON’T like, so that I could meet someone I DO like.
I drove 70 minutes, on a narrow-icky-curvy road, thru the pouring rain, to get 3 books signed by Stephanie.
If it was just for me, I wouldn’t have gone. But I had Amy’s book and I also had one that I bought for my Mom, for her birthday.
So, ya see, I had to go.
The bookstore was unprepared for the whack of knitters that showed up. I can only say THANK GOODNESS it was raining!
There were lots of socks-in-progress, and quite a few people wearing beautifully knitted sweaters. A Rogue, a Sitcom Chic (modelled by Liz – Hey Liz!), and lots more.
To see my photography expertise, go over to Liz’s blog. I took that picture. OOH! AAHHH!
Everyone was touching everyone else…in a knitterly way, mind you.
Such a great group of knitters. Such a great reason to go. Stephanie was charming and funny.
When it comes to “mingling” with a celebrity, such as Stephanie, I’m a D O R K.
Swept back to when I was about 8, and Marvin Hamlish came by our house, and I ran to hide.
Stephanie, to the crowd, “I feel like I know some of you. I read some of your blogs”.
Me: “I’m sorry.” (I’m good with fast comebacks, huh?)
S: “Why, what’s your blog?”
Me: channelling Ralph Kramden on a game show “Hammenah, hammenah…uh…um…Lorenzo Knits.”
S: “Oh. What are you knitting?”
Me: “Uh. Knitting? Sweaters and socks.”
What a jackass. SWEATERS AND SOCKS!! I don’t think I’m cut out to speak to greatness.
The rest of the weekend I watched golf. Hooray for Phil Mickelson!
Like Tiger Woods, I grinded out some knitting.
I was swatching for the “Gathering Intentions” sweater.
Since I didn’t know WHICH cable pattern, I decided to start a sleeve and get the gauge.
I did about 4 inches and the 8’s were a tich (smaller than a touch) too small.
RIP, RIP, RIP
Up to a 9. I didn’t like the look of that. Too poofy. Too few stitches.
FROG, FROG, FROG
Back to the 8’s. (grumble, grumble)
1 weekend, 1.5″ of sweater arm and 2″ of sock.