I was running around the city doing errands this morning when I stopped dead in my tracks near my neighborhood's train station. There was a woman at the bus stop with a baby dangling from her shoulders in one of those sling-thingies. The baby was wearing what I recognized instantly to be the February Baby Sweater from Elizabeth Zimmermann's immortal Knitter's Almanac.
It's not every day you chance upon a Zimmermann in the wild. Moreover, I've attempted that pattern–which is a total hoot–but abandoned it because I realized the finished sweater was going to be too small for Abigail. This specimen appeared to be expertly executed in an intriguing, lustrous yarn.
Without realizing it, I must have stared a little too long.
"Can I help you?" It was the mother. Her tone could not be described as earnestly helpful.
"I'm sorry," I said, blushing. "I couldn't help noticing your baby's sweater. Elizabeth Zimmermann, right?"
"What?" She backed up a step.
"The sweater–it was designed by Elizabeth Zimmermann."
"What? No. It's not designer. Somebody made it for the baby. Some friend of my husband's gave to us."
"Oh, I see. So you're not the knitter."
"What? Why would I be a knitter? Look, why are you talking to me? Get away now."
She waved her cell phone in a marked manner. I decided the time was right to end our Meaningful Dialogue and head for home. I hadn't had breakfast yet, anyhow.
Must try to remember in future that the entire world does not knit; nor does it expect swarthy, bearded men in biker jackets to field-spot baby sweaters–not even famous baby sweaters.
Come Say Hello
I'm going to be signing copies of It Itches at two different places around Chicago this weekend.
On Friday evening from 6–9 p.m. I'll be at Loopy Yarns, where I'll also be signing prints (Loopy is now carrying a selection of them) and the new Loopy Yarns tote bags (which sport a drawing I created specially for the shop, available nowhere else).
And on Saturday from noon–2 p.m. I'll be at My Sister's Knits in Beverly (on the South Side).