Knit One, Pearl Two

It's been so hot the past weekend, summer still sending out flares.  But if you take the time and sniff the air, you can smell that sweet, drying out smell that signals August and the beginning of school.  Maybe that is just a Midwest thing, I'm not sure, but the grass and field corn are sending a signal.  The brilliant colors of fall and knitted caps will soon be on their way.

Day 303. She Felt A Sneeze Come Over Her

Sitting in a cafe, Margaret was thinking she looked cute in her hand-knit cap and fingerless gloves.  She actually even caught the eye of a guy in the corner with a plaid shirt and black Buddy Holly glasses.  That was until, she felt a sneeze come over her faster than she could act.  Hands full of knitting needles and a ball of yarn, she just had to let the innards of her nose fly!  She felt simultaneously humiliated and resigned as she watched her Brooklyn hipster lower his head over his magazine.  Well, what could she do?  Back to knit-one, pearl-two.

Day 57. Say Hello to My Little Knitting Friend SOLD

This is my friend, Yvonne Glasch.  In the last year, we've probably been at 5 art shows together.  She is a knitting dynamo.  I mean, the woman simultaneously knits standing up while talking to people and walking around.  One night she went home, studied some knitting pattern on the computer, and the next day had 6 long boot socks made within about a 1/2 an hour of the show's second-day opening.  Hats, scarves, mittens, boot cuffs, berets, you name it, she's got it.  She was a hairdresser for over 30 years and now she's accessorizing hairdos.  And one final thing, Yvonne is a real broad.  A fabulous woman who knows what she wants and has "things she wants to do."

I mean, I just couldn't figure out how she could fly through all these skeins of yarn and whip out high-quality product with the speed she does.  THAT IS, UNTIL the following little exchange occurred:

I said, "Yvonne, let me take your picture."  

And she replied, "Oh, let me wipe this powdered sugar from my cookie off of my nose."

WHAT!?!?!?!?!  Where was this so-called cookie?! Powdered sugar, eh?  Speedy hands of knitting wonder finally explained!  (-; 

Ha! ha!  Just kiddin' folks. As far as I know, the only lines Yvonne did were knitting lines. (-;  And she's such a good sport--she agreed to this story for the sake of art.  See what a grand dame she is?  I'm still going to call her Antonia Montana.  (Surely you know, Tony Montana from "Scarface.")

P.S.  The little Tool Close-Up circle holds Yvonne's weapon of choice.  Bamboo knitting needles that knit in a circular pattern.  Now, I know nothing about knitting, but I think it is so cool how every field--knitting, painting, drawing, jewelry-making, hydraulics, etc--how everything has tools and vocabulary and it's own world associated with it.  Isn't that so neat?  (-: