How Fast Can I Type?

I'm on my lunch break. The first one I've had this week. It's only 15 minutes long, but that's better than nothing.

My Stitches Midwest Diary has brought a lot of compliments, a lot of comments, and apparently a lot of new readers. I'm floored. Thank you all. I wish Blogger made individual replies easier. I'm going to try to get to those.

New York City Bound

C and I leave tomorrow morning for a weekend in NYC. I'm excited as all hell. A bunch of you made suggestions for yarn shopping. Alas, it looks like only KnitNY is going to fit into the schedule, most of which is out of my control, some time on Saturday, and probably only for a couple minutes. I am a little bummed about that. I would have liked some time to set up a yarn crawl with Mark and Sahara and whoever else would like to play guide and a trip to John's shop. On the other hand, I never seem to be away from the City too long these days. I'll be back. So don't get silly and move to Jersey in the meantime, okay? (No offense, Marilyn.)

Speaking of Sahara

Have you seen her work?

She ought to be running the fashion end of things at Knitter's. Then we might see some real style. Not that she would necessarily want the job, given the one splendid one she's got now.

When she writes about a project in progress, you get much more than "finished 12 more rows," you get an object lesson in paying attention to detail and how a designer thinks about a work in progress. And you also get a wonderful sense of her vibrant community of knitters and needleworkers. I always come away feeling inspired. It's enough to make a boy move to the Bronx.

Stitches Stuff I Forgot

I know, I know, what could I possibly have left out?

I won a door prize. A bracelet. 3,000 knitting-related door prizes and I got a bracelet. But now I can't say I never win anything.

I also would like to apologize to Nancy Bush, if by some slim chance she's reading this, for gushing over her so profusely at the market. I simply could not help it. I'm also sorry about getting drool on the advance copy of her new book, which had just been sent to her and which she let me riffle through. It looks wonderful, people. (see, there I go again.)

As we walked away, I asked Jon if I'd been too much of a sycophant. "Yes. You were kvelling," he said. Oh, great.

And Finally, A Photo


Veliko Gradiste, Romania, 2004

This is for me, to remind me that when I come home, the finishing touches on the portfolio are task number one. I must resist the siren song of all that Jo Sharp until the portfolio is finished and I've made a pitch to the two places at the top of my list that show photos.

Oh, and that picture looks like crap when compressed for Internet viewing. But the bell's rung, and lunch is over. Back to work.