my friend kat and i
were roomies for vklive in ny.
walking from penn station to central park the next day,
i was struggling to nutshell my feelings about new york city:
the architecture, the experiences and my first time there memories.
as i stumbled over my own thoughts
saying awkwardly
that i felt like i was in the middle of
the histories of so many different cultures and people,
kat opened her mouth and
explained perfectly what i was failing to say well.
‘you are trying to say that new york city’, she said,
‘is like the yarn tasting table swatches at the end of vklive weekend’.
ever the oblivious one, i said, ‘what?’ and she explained.
at the beginning of the weekend, the yarn tasting tables
each have a full bowl of different yarns
and empty needles.
as the weekend goes along,
hundreds of people stop to ‘taste’. the first there will cast on.
those who follow will knit or purl or yarnover,
whatever is the most natural to them or
moves them in
the moment.
so, at the end of the weekend,
you wind up with great swatches packed to the brim with
different stitches, different gauges, different personalities
all laid end to end, coexisting in the one knit piece.
those pieces are interesting, a bit quirky, and beautiful in their own way.
yes kat, that’s exactly what i was trying to say
about nyc and my weekend
at vklive ny.
thanks.