About two years too late
Do you know where I lived from Aug. 2002 until Aug. 2004? On W. 108th St. near Amsterdam Ave.
Now, this was perhaps my worst living situation ever -- and I'm counting the Queens apartment with mice, noisy neighbors and a collapsed bathroom ceiling. My 108th St. roommate was out of her mind, an agoraphobic, unemployed actress/computer programmer who put her stinky pet ferrets on restrictive diets and kept their ashes in heart-shaped boxes.
Still, as bad as it was, would I have stayed had there been a yarn store mere yards away? Maybe. Here's a peculiar article about its opening on Friday. Jonathan said I blazed the trail for this place, that I must have made the area hospitable for knitters.
So I realize that I had a little blogging hiatus -- blame it on a general "I had to work on Thanksgiving" malaise. During this break, though, I made serious progress on my modified-beyond-recognition Something Red. Here it is, preparing to be blocked.
I'm starting to wish that I'd done some waist-shaping, but that's what the belt will do, right? And I'm a little unsure about the collar. I redid it, like, 85 times. We'll soon see.
Finally, a football story that I actually care about! Has anyone else heard about this guy? He's Ian Johnson, a Boise State running back AND an accomplished crocheter! Apparently, though, he got in hot water for selling his finished objects because it's against NCAA rules. He says he has a backlog of requests -- Ian, join the club! I can't find any images of his work, though.
And while I worked Thanksgiving day, interviewing crazy people who were shopping instead of relaxing at home, I did have a wonderful evening. Stuffing, merlot and yarn by an open fire!