Two days ago Joe and I got on a plane and flew to New York City for a little bite of the Big Apple
He had work and me too, but we still had the time to make the most of it. We went to the park, and the Met, and the Guggenheim. (I have no idea why those pictures are blurry, they aren’t before I upload them but I don’t have time to figure it out.)
I knit all of those places because I’m me. Nobody minded. As a matter of fact I wasn’t even the only knitter at the Met wandering around with a sock in hand. (I think it was a sock.)
4. They were on their way to Rhinebeck, which I am not.
5. I know. I’m bummed about it too, but this year I had a conflict, and I’ll be at Knit East. It will be the first time in more than a decade that I won’t be with my usual crew, but duty calls, and Knit East is awesome, and there will be a whole bunch of amazing knitters there too. Life is long. Next year will be Rhinebeck, with my wool as my witness.
6. The only problem remains that I usually buy a years worth of soap there, so I’m going to need a solution. (Makes note to self, arranging cross-border soap mule.)
I’m on my way home now, with a quick turnaround to St. John in the morning. I’m literally putting down one suitcase, sleeping, and picking up one I pre-packed before I left.
I almost went to a yarn store in NYC, but it was closed for a class. (One knitting teacher to another – I’d never interrupt your class. Not for anything.)
I ate at Dirt Candy. It was amazing. I had a tiny grilled pea taco. (And a lot of other stuff too.)