I got a package in the mail on Friday from my childhood friend Karen of the Water Turtles Shawl. It turns out Richard was in on what was a total surprise: a kilogram of fawn superfine alpaca on a cone from a place she’d stopped in while visiting her daughter in Maine–a place where local producers sell their output. Cool! She thought I might be able to figure out something to do with it.
And you know? I just might. (Thank you, Karen!)
Then that evening Michelle talked about some plans with some friends for the next day, and the easiest way to make it happen was to drop her off in San Francisco and then pick her up from the local train station later.
Note that I mapquested where she wanted to go to Imagiknit and only then back to home again. My ulterior motives were cheered on by the others.
But I dislike deep-city driving enough that after she got out I decided to bag it after all and just get on the freeway and go. However, while avoiding jaywalkers I missed my street sign and ended up on Market Street and Market Street is a long straight shot west with a whole lot of No Turns signs. You have to juggle constantly between the trolley only/not trolley lanes and I can see why Mapquest dodged it–but it was actually also the most direct route towards exactly where I wanted to go. Finally allowed to turn left? Right where I wanted to.
And wonder of wonders, despite a hugely popular park nearby on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, there was an actual parking place a half block up the street from the store. I was so surprised and still so ready to bail for fear of a long walk in sun exposure that I missed it and had to circle the block.
It was still open.
Well, then. Clearly it was meant to be.
I really really wanted to do baby knitting in Malabrigo softness. And so with the help of Kurt at Imagiknit, I got to see (in person!) their superwash Sock in the Solis colorway that was on the very top shelf without even having to hold the tip of my cane while waving its curve hopefully around way up there in the air trying to snag skeins and scaring the bejeebers out of everyone around me.
There–that skein. That one’s perfect. No yellow splotches, just the greens and blues playing perfectly, that’s the one. Malabrigo’s super soft superwash worsted-weight Rios yarn (it has a name now!) isn’t officially out till next month–the baby blanket I want to make is waiting for the day…
I talked to Karen. She won’t mind if I do a little superwash knitting first. I’ve got a good excuse.
And so I’ve got a soft Malabrigo hat going on tiny needles for my grandson (and yes, Mari, you’re right, the Saartjes booties to match it are the only way to go.)
It and he are nearly halfway here so far.