(Typed while wearing Jasmin’s handspun and -knitted socks.)
I met up with Gigi of the Knitmore Girls and some of the Minions of the Pointy Sticks at Le Boulanger down thataway today.
Four years, maybe five, you’d think I’d have taken a picture of it by now. Sorry for another no show here.
Anyway, the story, and I think I’ve told some of it before, is: I was going to Stitches West one time, and it was the first time I was trying to manage my electric chair by myself which I need for long days out.
Open side door of minivan, pull out unattached ramp, unfold ramp, set it up in doorway, done.
Except the “This side up” sticker happened to have been glued on the wrong side. My husband had never noticed; he just intuitively got the mechanics of the thing, like I would have if it had been something reasonable, like, say, a knitting pattern.
Which is why when I started backing that 250 pound chair down the ramp the hinge was on the wrong side and the whole thing collapsed on my foot.
Annnnndddd, the newly-charged battery hadn’t held the charge. It was nearly dead. Just enough juice to get it back up in there with the desperately-needed help of some random passersby.
It was not starting out well here. I IM’d my husband and he offered immediately to leave work, rescue me, and get me in for x-rays.
“I have waited a year for Stitches and I am going to Stitches!”
I made it to my friend Karen’s booth, holding myself together right up till that point, but the moment Karen and Gigi looked at my face and asked, wonderingly, “Are you all right?” I lost it and bawled in pain and frustration and worry.
Gigi’s daughter Jasmin (and Gigi and Karen, for that matter) offered to drop everything and drive me to the doctor; when I said I just couldn’t go yet, not when I’d just gotten here, and besides, they needed to man their booth, Gigi’s then-teenage son Sam came to my rescue. He went out, found someone in charge somewhere there at the Santa Clara Convention Center, came back with a manual wheelchair which by now I really really needed, and proceeded to push me around for the next two hours. He was very patient with my being interested in random people or yarns going by–oh, look at *that*! Ooh, that’s pretty! Hey, Alicia! BARBARA! How ya *doin’*!  Stitches West is a grand reunion as well as a knitter’s Disneyland. Sam was the soul of gentleness and totally put up with the craziness that is me at those conferences, all while being very mindful of where my foot was going.
He got me to Lisa Souza‘s booth, where I bought some sock merino in her Seafoam colorway and showed it off to Gigi before calling it a day, and Gigi exclaimed over it, telling me she’d bought the same colorway from Lisa too.
Two weeks later, when I’d recovered enough to make the drive, I took Sam one of my chocolate tortes and thanked him for being my hero when I’d so much needed him. Such a nice kid! I wanted him to know how much his cheerful readiness to help and his patience had meant to me.
Gigi is having heart surgery next week. What she never knew, was, I knitted up that Seafoam all that time ago and set it aside for the right moment: whether it was for her to wear to brag on her son or for Sam’s future bride someday way off in the future, I did not know. But it could not possibly go to any other family. That skein of yarn had too many important memories from those moments to mean as much to anyone else. It was for them.
I told Gigi all that today as I handed it to her for her to wear now.
Heal well, friend. As your family helped me to, too, on many an occasion by now.