Gale Zucker drove up to our li'l capitol last Saturday for a book signing, and turned an otherwise dreary day into a right fine one. The weather was crappy, but none of us cared, or really even knew, once we were ensconced in the Knitting Studio's lovely warm and comfy new digs on State Street. There was a great turnout and lots of great conversation and companionable knitting. To a person, everyone there had a great sense of fun and humor, and we had a lovely afternoon together. Leslie and Brigitte of The Knitting Studio were warm and hospitable and made the visit even more fun, even when we got a little rowdy. (Who, us? Rowdy?)
Gale kept us entertained with her stories behind the book, and we all got to meet and enjoy her book producer/packager/agent (chief cook and bottle washer) Rebecca Davidson of Ravenmark. Later, Rebecca's business partner Linda joined us and another friend for that incredible dinner I told you about on Sunday.
(Gale and Rebecca, showing some proposed cover shots that sadly did not make the cut)
Knitting for and with men was the unintended theme of the day. There were two Cobblestone Pullovers being knit (can you believe how these patterns catch on?!), both in lovely yarns.
Sarah's is in a greeny-blue O-Wool Balance, which is a fantastic organic wool-cotton blend from a Vermont company, and Kathleen from Warren (demps in Ravelry) was doing one in brown Kathmandu. That was super-soft and lovely stuff! And there I had been thinking (from the photos online) that Kathmandu was the same yarn as the Kilcarra Donegal Tweed in my stash. No way; not even close. And of course when I wasn't gabbing or taking photos, I was knitting away on my own blue sweater.
Carol Farmer and Sabra Massey from Montgomery were both there. I had never met them before, but when they explained that they have a co-op fiber shop in Montgomery, I had to laugh. I asked, "Um, Dillner Hillside Farms?" Stunned looks. "Yes, Jessica is in our shop."
I reached in my knitting bag and pulled out the socks I just finished knitting in Jessica's exquisite sock yarn. They couldn't believe it, Gale called me Willy Wonka (I had something in my bag for everyone), and they confirmed that that sock yarn is no more -- Jessica does not have it made anymore -- so the last two skeins are in my possession, and they are going to be socks for me-me-me! This was before the surgical intervention that occurred on Sunday, and I told the group that I had to add an inch to each sock. I loved Sabra's sage advice: "Eh, tell him to cut his toenails."
"And who are you?" asked Sabra and Carol.
The best joke of the day was Gale saying on repeated occasions, "Norma's a famous blogger." Um, gentle memo to Gale: Famous means never having to answer the question, "WHO are you?!"
(Gale's Imogen. Probably not for a male, but you never know.)
Later, Carol and Sabra told us of a wonderful men's knitting group they headed up in Montgomery last year. They taught guys to knit squares for an afghan to be auctioned off for some local cause like, I don't remember, a fire truck or something (I'm making that up, because I really don't remember WHAT it was for, but some local fund-raising venture or other). Sort of Montgomery's answer to the Men of Maple Corner, I guess. The men and Sabra met at the local bar on Tuesday nights and did their knitting.
What.a.HOOT. I was all like, "You mean real, regular old Vermont men? Not some flatlander gay guys who've moved in?" Nope, your regular local Montgomery Joes. One guy they told of had a method for remembering when he was on a knit row or a purl-back row: Beer on the right for knit; beer on the left for purl. Sometimes he'd get so into his knitting he'd forget to move his beer. This I wish I had seen and wish I had been involved in. Totally blog-worthy, and even more: totally Yankee magazine-worthy.