Dear I've missed you, and I know if you weren't inanimate, you'd say you missed me too. A couple of my readers have asked where I've been lately, how come no new posts, but I don't think they realize that all I've been doing is snow management and housekeeping.
I went to the Vogue Knitting Live event at the Hilton Hotel in New York.
Where I heard the Stephanie Pearl McPhee lecture about Your Brain on Knitting. It was technical and humorous, and I showed up with no camera. Lord, spare me my forgetfulness! I also took a class with Meg Swanson and Amy Detjen, and what they shared about fair isle knitting I couldn't have learned if I'd read a thousand books. It was inspiring.
And then the second snow storm came and was it a doozie! I couldn't get out of my front gate! I had to have my son climb the fence and shovel the other side so I could get out.
That was the pits! And there was no way to get to the grocery store since my car was a little buried. The picture was taken from the sidewalk side. You don't want to know what the street side looked like after the plows went through.
A good samaratin helped me dig my car out. A woman good samaritin. All the men drove past me while I was struggling to pile the snow into a bank that was taller than my own five feet. One would think I'd have spent my time being stranded at home knitting, but I didn't. I had some serious housekeeping to do.
The ladies in the knitting circle got farther along than I did. Cynthia finished her Multnomah:
It is lovely! And if you can't beat that with a stick, she got quite far with her Nutkin sock:
So did Winnie:
And while Renee didn't get far, she made some serious progress (considering she ripped the sock back and started again:
And last, but certainly not least, Mary Jo made her first sock:
It doesn't fit exactly, but she made it! Mary Jo you done good and you should be proud of yourself. One day you're going to make a great pair of socks.
And so ends the day. I'll have something to show for myself as soon as I get my knitting mojo back. It won't be long now because I can feel the weather changing and I smell Spring in the air. If the snow in my front grass ever melts I might see the first signs of Spring. Oh, I hope so!