Should I survive

I will have met the nicest knitters. I’m still alive though feeling a little like I’m holding on tight. The events are wonderful, it’s all the stuff in between that’s tiring. The planes, the cabs, the hotels, the everything. Then I get to an event and everything’s fantastic again, and then it’s back on a plane. Speaking of fantastic, I give you the knitters of Lexington, Kentucky. (Sort of backlit in crappy pictures because of the big windows behind them, but I was too far away to use the flash. Imagine them better.)




Jessi did a great fundraiser with wonderful donations from Magpie Yarns and ReBelle, raised over $500 for Doctors without Borders, and the whole thing was lovingly co-ordinated by the lovely Rachel Ray (Not that one) who is not just a Joseph Beth Bookstore lady, but a knitter, as evidenced by her display of sockitude.


(The one on the right is here first sock. It’s a little big.)

Ann brought big socks too, though hers were big on purpose.


Kilt hose for her brothers wedding. Dude is TALL. You have to really love someone to make socks that big.

This is Lindsey, who’s showing off her first socks, only one of which is big.


(What? Do you knit both your socks the same size?)

This is Olivia, youngest knitter at the Lexington event, only 8 years old.


When I posted the picture of Holly after the NYC event, a lady piped up in the comments and said that she knew her from college, and here she is.


Holly… do you remember Jaime? She remembers you.

This is baby Samantha, clearly loved by knitters,


as she’s as covered in knitted stuff as a baby in Kentucky can be before you’re endangering their lives.

Meg didn’t fall for the big sock theme in Lexington…


At all.

Here’s Renée,


Co-author of AntiCraft fame.

Nicole had her first sock with her. (She may not finish. It will be a choice, not a lack of skill)


Brooke continued to stalk me in that way that only she can. (Damn she’s funny.)


and I was done. I declined several charming offers to do some beer drinking in Kentucky (one or two of the more charming offers also involved bourbon – which I have been known to enjoy in a bourbon sour – except for I like the sugar on the rim, not in the drink.) but I was a very good author and went back to my room, went straight to bed, which was excellent, because the next morning was the morning of the “incident” described in my last entry.

The “incident” was apparently repeated all over the continent as clocks programmed by the manufacturer to “spring ahead” for Daylight savings sprang on the old date.

I staggered to the airport after that last post (and yes..did make the shuttle, thanks for asking) found an entirely inedible bagel with some yellowish stuff they claimed was egg and some orangish stuff that they said was cheese and I know for a fact, was neither. I’ve had egg and cheese, and I don’t care what that place in the Lexington airport had written on their menu. That’s not it. (I have my suspicions about what they were calling “coffee” as well.)

I short time later, I arrived in Lexington to do the Knitch event, and well. My luggage did not.

(I’ve got it back now, as I am sure everyone at that event will be pleased to hear. Especially Nell, Knitch employee extraordinaire, who offered me her very own underpants. )

I am thrilled that declining that kind offer turned out to be a good choice. More tomorrow, tonight, I’m off to the Borders in Annapolis.