Knitty Couture

……Perhaps I should have also added that knitters are, in fact, addicts too.

Knitting camp is like knitting heaven. Nothing is quite sweeter than spending five days knitting and socializing with other addicts, uh, I mean, knitters, talking about yarn and knitting, admiring and shopping for yarn and knitting books and knitting accessories, learning about totally awesome knitting techniques, meeting famous knitters like Meg, Joyce, and Amy, and, oh, did I mention, knitting… and knitting… and more knitting?

The moment we walked into our classroom Thursday evening, I was so awestruck by just being among all things EZ, Meg, and Schoolhouse Press that I began wandering and admiring the tables of displays…. and nearly forgot to find a suitably located seat. Not that any seat is a bad seat, but Ellen, my roommate, was up near the front and gave me the look that said, “Hurry your ass up!”

These displays are the originals. Oh, yes, dear friend, originals.

That garter stitched purple shawl you see Elizabeth wearing in her books? That yellow and white striped baby surprise jacket? The famous grey and pink yoke sweater? All those wonderful garments in Joyce’s Latvian Dreams? Yup. I saw, and I touched.

There are about sixty of us visiting. The mornings consist of Meg answering and covering patterns questions and techniques. We have a quick lunch at which point the majority of us hastily eat so we can get back to our knitting (see, I knew you’d all understand).

A bit more learning along with show-and-tell in the afternoon and by 3pm-4pm, we are left to our own devices. So we knit and knit a bit more and continue knitting …into the wee hours of the night until our eyes are droopy and our projects full of mistakes (at least, mine are). Then we’d all wake early the next morning and do it again.

Tomorrow is our last full day, and I think I might cry.

I’ll let you know if I actually do.

Talk soon!