As much as I’d love to wax poetic about the fantatic-ness that was Vogue Knitting Live, L.A., I have a manuscript due in 4 days. I guess you’ll (read: I’ll) just have to settle for a few iPhone pictures with captions. Enjoy!
My very 1st student of the weekend was a 10-year-old boy who said he wanted to “learn to knit so I can do it with my dad”. *Swoon* His dad is a cement truck driver who taught himself so he could stay occupied during his down time.
A volunteer teaches one of the male attendees how to knit.
My friend Kristin (with baby Junie), stopped by to work on a Sheep(ish) baby vest.
This attendee stopped by to learn how to crochet in the round.
Fanboys knit too.
Love the Namaste mesh bags and Buddy Tote I snagged at the Marketplace!
Day 2; another new knitter in the making!
This adorable, Loyola-Marymount student came to learn to knit and left with a finished phone cozy!
A heartfelt thanks to the people at Soho who put on such a great event, and to the wonderful volunteers that were with me the whole weekend at the Beginner’s Lounge! I also really appreciate those of you who took the time to come by to say “hello”, check out Sheep(ish), and show support for everything from the old Knitty Gritty episodes to the cover of the upcoming Knit Simple magazine (see tomorrow’s post). I get all gushy inside when I think about your kindness.
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It’s hard to believe it’s already been almost a year since Vickie’s Wednesday’s Snood pattern came out. We’re excited, though, to be able to revisit it with our new kits! Snap to it! (Link in bio, or go to YarnYAY.com)...
I am devastated by the loss of @hillcountryweavers founder, Suzanne Middlebrooks.
I wrote a longer tribute to her on my blog and Facebook (links in bio). In short, though, she had been sick for a long time but had been a master at not letting the illness get in the way of her living. So, it was often unimaginable that she wouldn't be with us for longer. Last June during an industry convention in Chicago when Susanne came over to the bar booth I was sitting at and plopped herself next to me to chat, I had no idea that it would be the last time I'd get to see her. I'm so thankful though, that when we parted ways to go back to our respective meetings, it was with a hug. Rest in purls, my friend....