Thursday, April 05, 2007
Big night out
The Fool left it to me to write about the Knitting Event of the Week, namely, the Yarn Harlot's booksigning in the suburbs.
What a hoot.
The Fool and I got there after work, so we were lucky to find three seats together. We squeezed in to wait for Thorny and discovered we had just horned in on a room-wide game of show-and-tell, where everyone took turns holding up their knitting and announcing the project and the yarn.
I was knitting my Aran cardigan out of Blackwater Abbey. I got a respectable, "Oooooh!" and a shoutout from another BWA fan nearby.
The Fool was knitting his Shetland sweater.
He got a round of applause and gasps of admiration.
And then, when he went to buy us drinks from the coffee bar, he got waylaid by a woman who said her entire row wanted to know if he was single.
(Franklin's photo, shot from the front of the room, makes it look all spacious, and maybe it was, up there in first class, but we were definitely sitting in coach....)
We really enjoyed the talk, which was entertaining and funny and totally made me forget that this guy in front of me was able to lean back and pretty much rest his head on my shoulder. Thorny had some interesting ideas about how the knitting talk reminded her about some feminist stuff she's read - I hope she blogs about it in a much more informed way.
Afterwards, as 6,000 people lined up to get their books autographed, we decided to wait until the line died down, and instead chatted with Franklin and his friend from Knitting Camp, who, like Thorny, is from Madison. We talked about Julia Child and Charlene Schurch and our opinion of the latest round of knitting books for men and the wonderfulness of the Madison knitting guild, and childbirth and lots of other interesting things.
Finally, the line died down and the Borders employees started to look meaningfully at us.
We went and chatted with Stephanie (and did not ask her to sign any personal body parts in lieu of a book.)
She admired our knitting and let us pose with The Sock, and asked how we managed stash.
YH: So do the two of you live together?
ME: We're married.
YH: But do you live together?
ME: Yeah, OK, we do.
YH: How do you handle stash?
ME: We have two baskets of combined stash.
YH: Hmm. That's not going to work for long.
ME: We've only been married a few years.
YH: It's still not going to work. The two basket thing? Nope.
I also learned that while Torontonians do not live in fear of tornados, occasionally, a hurricane sweeps down the St. Lawrence (which I kind of do not believe and am too lazy to Google up.)
And our favorite part?
She said 'arse.'