Dear friends,
The silly stories about food will resume shortly—no, really, they will—but there is happy news afoot, and I don’t want to wait until said silly stories about food give themselves up before I can share it.
One of the truly sublime and singular pleasures of last year’s trip to the Estes Park Wool Market (a trip that I will have to miss this year, with an extremely heavy heart) was sharing a duplex with the beautiful, brilliant, talented and funny Miriam, who designed the first lace shawl I ever knit. Her eye for lace is superb and clear, and her patterns are written concisely and with intelligence. She is not only a brilliant knitter but a two-fisted jam maker as well. Best of all, she is the truest and bluest of friends, one who always knows exactly what to say when I need cheering up, at exactly the moment I need to hear it. If someone were to tell me that she secretly bends spoons with her mind in her spare time, I would not be the least bit surprised to hear it.
This brings me to the news: In a little over a month, Miriam will be traveling to Philadelphia for a wedding, and—happiness, happiness!—will be in New York for a few days. She and I are trying to hatch a cunning plan for a nice knitterly convergence for all interested New York metropolitan area-based knitterinae on Thursday, July 12 at Grassroots Tavern on St. Marks Place between 2nd and 3rd Avenues in the East Village, starting around 5 p.m. If you would be interested in joining us, please leave Miriam or me a comment, just so we have an idea of how raucous the caucus will be.
More to come, dear friends. No, really, it will.