... by male knitters.
Tonight was a good adventure. I left work and drove all the way into the city to Arcadia Knitting
to meet the Fool. He was there to hear Annie Modesitt speak, and I was late. The back room had a group of men sitting on couches, a woman who worked at the yarn shop, and ... me.
"Hey," Annie said, when I walked in, "You've come to where all the men are."
"I really just want the one," I said.
"That's my wife," the Fool said.
"You're a fantastic knitter," she said.
"What? Thanks," I said.
The Fool held up St. Enda. "They asked who knitted it."
I learned a new way to cable without a cable needle, which seems smoother than the way I do it, and the Fool is sitting on the couch right now, practicing his combination knitting and flipping through his autographed copy of "Men Who Knit and the Dogs Who Love Them."
Then we had dinner at Hopleaf, a Belgian restaurant that's one of my favorite places to go, and not just because they have the best frites I've ever had. It's warm and cozy in the back room, with lots of dark wood and a woodburning stove, and in this kind of weather, I'll take all the warm and cozy I can get.
Friday morning, we are off like a prom dress on a madcap three-night contra dance tour of the Midwest.
We'll be playing in Columbia, Mo. that night, then on to Fairfield, Iowa on Saturday, and St. Louis on Sunday. Irish, Scottish and French-Canadian music for contra dancing. If you're in our neck of the woods, come out and ask us what we're knitting -- or leave the name of your favorite LYS in the comments.