Knitting onward... and butterflies
I'm making progress on Section 2 of Clapotis and am loving the colors! I think it will be gorgeous when I start dropping stitches (yes, I said dropping stitches). Try wrapping your head around a pattern where you knit like crazy for miles and then drop stitches for rows and rows and rows... It's already soft and drapey, my Lorna's Laces Lion and Lamb. A luxury item.
Tomorrow evening Sarah and I are going to hear Annie Modesitt speak! The Knitting Heretic herself. Only 40 people were able to get seats, and she'll sign books afterward. I'm looking forward to this, not just to hear Annie speaking on "if you end up with a fabric you like, you did it right" but also for an evening out! (Mom, did you hear that? Another person touting more than one right way to knit! Imagine that.) I believe Dana is coming in for this one as well and it will be fun to see her again.
Lastly, here's what the kiddos and I did yesterday. The Butterfly House is a large greenhouse full of plants and waterfalls. Butterflies flit freely through the space landing wherever they please, including on the people!

Hold very, very still...

Delighted Absent-Minded Professor
This butterfly would make a great yarn color combo...
"Mom, check out this GIANT moth over my shoulder! Good thing you left your knitting in the car!"
Labels: Annie Modesitt, Clapotis, kids, knitting




Last but not least, the pushy sock in progress, in Banana Cabana.






And All My Gadgets. No, it's not a soap opera. That would be funny though. Will the ball winder run away with the scale? Is the swift cheating on the ball winder? Tune in next time to find out who says, "I can't believe you let Red Rover get all wound up!"















Of course, while we waited, we all had knitting and it was fun to talk and see what everyone was working on. There were more socks than one could count. Others worked on shawls and sweaters. I even spied one older gentleman two rows in front of me knitting what appeared to be a sweater! (See, Buddy B? Men DO knit!)
Finally Stephanie arrived, breathless, running for the podium. Standing there in her beautiful Bohus sweater, the first word out of her mouth was, "Crap!" She then described the ordeal she had trying to get to Ann Arbor. I don't think the word "arse" ever came out of her mouth, though. Not even once!






