Knit Sisters

Despite inconsistent weather and threat of rain, the Boston Knit Out took place on the Boston Common this afternoon. But we are New England people! We are stoic and unmoved by inclement weather, which comprises 85% of our weather in any given year.

Icarus enjoyed the event, where he met many admirers:

It may be hard to see in this photo, but I am now well into the second chart. Someone, please. Alert the media.

At our Woolcott booth, a good time was had by all:

Kat and Tope knit while…

…Joanna fondles the cashmere. The cashmere should feel honored, because Joanna is an actual, legitimate genius. I do not say this lightly.

Sean, meanwhile, demonstrated the wonders of On Line’s Solo, the self-ruffling yarn.

And here Sean models the lovely ruffled wrist-let:

If you have ever ruffled using the old method—the exponential increases—you will recognize what a godsend this self-ruffling yarn truly is. The last time I ruffled, I became nauseated and dizzy and had to lie down for a spell before I could proceed. I was…ruffled.

The festivities included spinners:

My ignorance of spinning precludes further commentary on this photo.

And there was…free yarn! What can one say, but “yes”?

A skein, or four, of Araucania Nature Cotton.

These people are just like drug dealers. “First one’s free.” Then they get you hooked and pretty soon you’ve got an entire room, or four, in your house packed with yarn and you’re robbing convenience stores to get more yarn money and…you know the whole sad story, don’t you?

This is painful to admit, but because I was feeling the horrible deprivations of my yarn diet, I got a bit addled and overexcited and in the heat of the moment did something indefensible.

And the winner in the “So Bad, It’s Almost Good” category is Katia, Danubio Style.

I know, I know. You’re thinking, “That’s not so bad. She only has the one ball of the weird fuchsia furry stuff.”

Or four.

The shame is very, very great.

What makes it even worse is that I didn’t want to appear to be a Danubio Style glutton, so I roped Tope—who not only hates fuchsia but is a fine, upstanding person—into snagging the final three balls for me.

That’s when you know you’ve reached rock bottom. You’re just one step away from waking up in a room full of chunky fuchsia acrylic fun fur clutching a credit card receipt for $937.27…and having no idea how you got there or where all this yarn came from…

Tope is a good friend though. A very good friend. After she procured the Dubious Danubio Style for me, we silently contemplated the “sheep” directly across from our booth.

Kat broke the silence. “You know, I keep looking up at that thing and thinking a mangy dog has somehow managed to find its way in here. It’s disturbing.”

“Yes,” Tope said.

More silence. It was almost 4 p.m. The Knit Out was on its last legs, as were we.

“Hey,” said Tope. “Do you have time after this to get some food?”

“Yes,” I said emphatically.

“Great, let’s grab a sausage.”

Kat looked at me. I looked at Kat. Someone had to say it. It was just hanging there, like a ripe tomato on a vine.

“Great!” Kat said, her eyes twinkling. “There’s nothing I love more than grabbing a sausage!”

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