Technical stuff first: Jellybeanz colorway, Lisa Souza’s baby alpaca laceweight, my friend Tim’s new wife’s wedding shawl pattern, not yet published, this one just finished and not yet blocked. Lace looks like crumpled tin foil till you add a bit of water, and then, suddenly, the stitches settle into their natural places and you see what it was meant to be all along.
Saturday I got a note from someone I have occasionally emailed with for years via the Knitlist; she had started reading a bit of my blog, and had gone, Hey. Wait. I remember that park… She emailed me, saying, I went to Cabin John Jr. High, I used to live in that area.
That brought me up short real fast. When? (!)
She told me. I was on the edge of my seat, silently begging her to answer immediately: What was your maiden name?
She told me. I echoed it back to her with her name in capital letters. You’re !!??!!
Yeah, and what was your… And then, YOU’RE ALISON JEPPSON??!
So now she knows that Karen of the Water Turtle shawl fame in my book is her old buddy Karen, too. All these years, we had no idea we were talking to childhood chums when we talked about knitting to each other. All these years.
And the stitches settle into their natural places.