I have only just started a toe up sock, and with so much going on, I didn't get too much knitting done. In my infinite wisdom, I chose to knit a sock pattern that a) is rather complicated and b) I only just made up the day before - a Brioche twisted knit stitch rib toe up pattern, I call them my BC socks (Brioche Clematis). So, needless to say, I had to TNIK (knit backwards) almost as much as I knit.
In the morning I learnt how to hand spin with a very good instructor named Brenda. I met some new friends. I tell you, it's a new experience having friends who like to knit first rather than having learned it from me. That's how it often goes with my friends; they see me knitting so much and enjoying it so much, after a year or five, they ask me to teach them.
Now, this is where I confess to my new friends (we traded blogs you see, and since they now have access to the majority of my fiber art's history, I had best be brave and confess my sin). I have spun before. I have spun exactly three times before the class. One on a drop spindle (which dropped more than it spun), once on the spinning wheel, it was far too thin to knit with and I was truly disappointed in myself. So much so that I didn't pick up rooving again for almost 8 months. The third time was also on the wheel. I had been reading about spinning you see, and I though, "I can do that, what am I so afraid of?" I was going to spin luscious grey sock yarn, but instead, I spun the chunkiest yarn I ever did see. I was time to find an instructor.
So, you see, I had spun a bit before, but I felt kind of embarrassed to say.
In the afternoon, Brenda also taught a weaving course. Now, I have to stop and tell you, I think weaving is amazing! There are so many threads going all different directions and so many machines and gadgets. What's even more impressive is that it comes with so many toys. I mean, you've go the loom, you've got the shuttle, you've got the.... well, the list is rather long. If I could find the right sort of loom for me, I would love to start weaving.
In the evening I saw the Yarn Harlot. I had read her blog a few times but never her books and to be honest, I had no idea what to expect. To start with, there was a room of almost three hundred (mostly women, but more men than I expected) almost all knitting.
It was quite a sight.
There were so many lovely knitted creations. Sweaters, bags, vests, so many things. I wish I had taken a picture of each and every one of them to share with the world.
I hadn't intended to, but since it was cold during the afternoon, I threw on a sweater as I left to go see the Yarn Harlot. I hadn't realized until I arrived that it was my Eris (yes, I actually am that absent minded - think Philosophy and then think Academic). Everyone was telling me how great it was and Stephanie Pearl-McPhee even pet it (while I was wearing it). I'm so unaccustomed to compliments about my knitting from people who actually know what they are on about (rather than the usual "that's nice, how cleaver of you to have made it all by yourself. Wouldn't it have been easier to have just gone out and bought one?"), that I turned bright red with all the attention and got quite shy. It also felt rather nice to have people appreciate my work as well.
There were people from all over, including one couple from Mississippi (I think) who had arrived on one of the (many) cruise ships docked here. They were so excited that the husband came up before the show and took pictures of us all.