Until Next Time
I find myself thinking of little else the last couple of days than the retreat last weekend, looking for any reference to it in blogs or on Ravelry or MenWhoKnit.
Leaving You With This
One of the best detailed accounts of the event came from Paddy. His recounting of the retreat gives both an account of what happened, as well as a sense about what made it special. My favorite picture is of Alan smiling so broadly. Since Alan is a wonderfully reserved and quiet guy, his expression is priceless.
I know it would be difficult to write about yourself without sounding completely arrogant and self-centered, but I would have loved to read Paddy's assessment of himself at the event. He is the kind of guy that garners immediate respect because of his ease with being around other people and how personable he is. He turned out to be another very important component of the success of the weekend.
I guess we had 32 of those components, and I just keep focusing on the most recent one in memory.
As I've written to a few guys from the weekend, I'm counting the days till we do it again.
Yes, I tinked back what seemed like dozens of rows (it was probably 4...but it is lace fergodsake), and with some time to focus last night, I finally finished the second half of the center of the Ichida lace table runner.
Here's a bit of a detail picture.
Now I have to graft/kitchener stitch the two pieces together, pick up the appropriate number of stitches and begin the first border section of the piece.
It's back to "favored status" for this project now that I've fixed all my errors.
Two of the guys received the book, Knitting in the Old Way: Designs and Techniques from Ethnic Sweaters as a doorprize at the retreat:
The books were generously donated by Nomad Press, and I was thinking that if Ted wanted this book, it must have something of value. I would love to read what others think of this book who own it, or have seen it.
Lisa writes, "Please share more! Including more of what Thaddeus thinks about the weekend. Asides about him always slay me :)."
Thaddeus is so over hearing about this past weekend. He and I give each other time limits for discussing our various passions in public. If we're with other people, and I'm discussing knitting or he's discussing mushrooms or his 1983 Mercedes 240D for more than about five minutes, we try and cut the other person off to prevent everyone on the planet thinking we're as boring as river silt.