waaah, I can’t go to Stitches

What are the odds? I move apartments over Rhinebeck weekend; the boy moves over Stitches weekend. And I certainly can’t abandon him for his move after he shouldered most of the burden with mine, to go buy some fiber. Perhaps this calls for a free pass to me to do some online yarn shopping . . .

still no photos of anything

I’m still too shy to pull out the camera. Can you believe it!? Me, the woman who brazenly takes pictures of the back of people while walking down the street can’t bring herself to pull the knitting out in her cube and snap a shot. Or to go outside onto the street and do the same. I’ll get over it soon enough, I promise, but in the meantime, some random things you don’t need to know about me:

knitting in NYC

No pictures yet–still a little too shy–but I knit on public transit in New York for the very first time. I took the bus from work to my new apartment, though I’m not moved in yet. I got the keys on Tuesday, so I met a friend there and we looked at it to make sure everything was in order. I’m happy to say that my memory of it was pretty much dead-on (I’d feared that my mental image, small though it was, would be bigger than the reality). Anyway, my first lesson in knitting on public transit?

Do not try to cable without a cable needle on a moving bus.