Weekends, all at home, are good, GOOD things. Really. I didn’t have to run, we slept in, and I had a little knit-night at my house. [Disclaimer: If you live in the area and I should have invited you, please know that it was only because I forgot. I was sending evites up until the very day, thinking of people that should go on the list. If you should have been on it, if I’ve met you in person (my only prereq to get the house-invite), shoot me an email. I’m sure accidental oversights occurred.]
And you know who was at my knit-night?
Can you imagine? Who’d a thunk? Here’s our very own Carrieoke, snuggling her new schmoo, Lala’s Harriet:
And I have to say right here, right now, Carrie really is all that. You know how you worry a little bit? Sure, I love her voice and her blog and the way she is OnLine, but what about in person? Will she really be that awesome? Who could? Carrie could, that’s who. Her personality is as gorgeous as her pictures are, AND she’s got a fantastic mind and heart (and voice, duh). I totally heart Carrie. (And her schmoo voice? When she’s talking to dogs? Cutest thing I’ve ever heard.)
Who else was there? Let me think. Joanna (who brought persimmon pudding, a HUGE hit, and a Herron fave). Becca (did you mean to leave the eggnog and nutmeg? ‘Cause I’m still enjoying it…. And thanks for the wonderful book and wine-opener!). Kira (artfibers) and Rachel (always ready with the brownies — YUM). Elizabeth (making the cutest tea cozy ever). Nathania (always so sweet — rainbow tea lights! For my windows!). Yvonne (no blog, but should have one, creative puss; she’s making a rubber stamp in the foreground here while Kira and Carrie discuss string theory behind her):
Also, Janine (no blog yet, but hopefully soon):
Yep, that’s our Janine of Ryan’s comments, a Feral Knitter if there ever was one. She knitted that. AND DESIGNED IT. I was kinda stunned when I asked her how long she’d been knitting. See, I’ve been knitting for twenty-seven years. She’s been knitting for SEVEN. I have to hang up my circulars and bow to her. Really. And she’s hysterical and sweet, to boot.
I’m sure I’ve forgotten people. Oh, like Lala, but she’s expected and dern cute. (Can I just mention how THRILLED I am that I have a girlfriend who not only comes over early to hang house numbers on my porch, but will also learn to make short-roe toes during the party? Almost too good to be true, that one.)
A couple more. Joanna and Carrie:
Elizabeth and the two schmoos:
I felt like the meanest mama in the whole wide world, because I put Digit and Adah in their carriers and put them in the bedroom closet (both cats wriggle out the doors like water, and would have been let out accidentally in the midst of all the comings and goings), but they slept like lambs and didn’t seem to mind at all. Thank god. This morning, however, Digit spilled his breakfast from the counter to the floor, and while I was mopping it up, he ate our uncooked scrambled eggs, raw. So he might be little miffed.
I’ve been to one holiday party already tonight, and I might have another one or two to hit yet, so I’m waiting to hear. I think I’ll knit and watch TV in my fancy duds and cashmere socks. I got my socks in the little sock swap that’s been flying around and is finishing up this week! They’re from Alison, and I LOVE them — they’re just what these little marathon-y feet need:
Oh, the softness, and just the right size! I’m off to knit in them. And to all, a good night.
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