I have good news and bad news. Bad news first. Due to heightened security issues, Cheyenne Mountain, the giant underground NORAD complex in Colorado no longer gives tours. Bummer. The good news is that I just found Boye's interchangeable knitting needles for under $50! Life is good again.
Wrights, the company that owns Boye, has a factory store on Route 20 in Sturbridge, Mass. They had lots of cheap ribbon and good stuff, but nothing compared to the find of the kit. Amber, a Boston blogger, had visited, but every other knitter in the area I had mentioned this too had responded with a blank stare and a request for a phone call if it turned out to be true.
Let this be my call: an entire set of interchangeable needles, from 2 to 15, for $47.50 plus tax. And let this be my warning: they won't last. The friendly knit maven there told me that when this bunch is gone, they won't be getting more. Or at least not reliably. Factory stores, you just never know. But right now they have them! Run, don't walk. I bought 3 sets.
No, just kidding. Only 2.
I have done no knitting recently. I got really excited about a tank top pattern that I am working with this gorgeous Stacy Charles Venus that is the color of abalone, mixed with cream cotton. I've never done lace before, so I am exceedingly proud of how fabulous it looks. Still, I haven't picked it up in a week. I shouldn't be admitting that here, in this forum, should I? Y'all must be thinking, "Well what's wrong with her? Are her thumbs broken?" No, just lazy.
I still plunge my hands every day into the Wings that is waiting for the perfect Aran pattern. My stash is getting out of control. It falls on my head every night. I was so good for so long! And then my sister just pushed me off the wagon, and now I'm waddling after it with 6 bags full of yarn around every arm.
I spent the last couple nights with my friend Noah, de San Francisco, de Boston, ahora de Berkshires. We had a fabulous time, sipping G&Ts on the wide front porch of the Red Lion Inn and waving at strangers. I left the land of Norman Rockwell this morning, although this area of central Mass is just as cute. I saw Smith University in Northampton, and stopped at a Saint Anne Shrine where statues wept. Not while I was watching, though.
I was going to put in a paragraph about where I'm off to next, but I don't rightly now. And it feels marvelous.