I am (although this is usually not the case) entirely at a loss for words to describe yesterday and last night. It was wild. It was crazy. It was like for one whole day, everything went down knitter style, and I didn’t even know we had a style. Andy and Michael were wonderful,
, I took that from backstage, if it worked…. the company was excellent, if entirely mad.
The babies were happy.
(Many knitters love this baby. You can tell because she has so much wool on.)
Drea finished an afghan.
The pictures from the scavenger hunt, and a whole lot of the stories for how they got them are downright exceptional.
Knitterly subterfuge, trickery and careful application of the knitters wit have made for some shots you won’t believe, and some stories you’ll be telling all day.
I’m going to refer you to the Flickr group, and get on a plane for NYC, and leave the knitters to use the comments to tell you what happened. Or didn’t. (Hint: The Mayor’s secretary is very nice, several Canadian Icons are excellent sports, and much of an entire city doesn’t know what hit them.)
Get a cup of coffee. Read. C’est fantastique.