Posted on May 25, 2014 at 3:50 pm

I’m not of the “sorry I haven’t posted in awhile” variety blogger. Realistically, I know it’s highly unlikely anyone has even noticed I’ve been elsewhere for almost a month, yet the neglect does occur to me at 2 in the morning during my usual ceiling staring sessions. List: summer-ize closets; clean out guest room; call audiologist; update blog.

Not necessarily in that order.

But I do want to cover some ground, and quickly, so this might come off as a grocery bag full of things that have happened. For that I do apologize.

During April vacation, we drove the kid around Connecticut, hitting the Mystic Aquarium, a few beautiful gardens just waking up from our prolonged winter, and to Yale’s Peabody Museum of Natural History.


While the boys were thrilled to see lots of dinosaur and early mammalian bones, I was thrilled to stumble across a beautiful Quipu, housed in an highly reflective glass case (thus the terrible photo). I had only read ever about them: the “written” language of the Inca, largely discarded by colonizing powers. This was the first one I had ever seen in real life. I marveled at the threads, the faded colors, the different plies and various knots, all speaking a lost language.

Then, at the very beginning of May, there was a yarnish in-gathering of (inter)national proportions in Indianapolis that you might have caught wind of. I went to TNNA this year, making good on my promise to myself made LAST year when I had a good wallop of the pouts as social media lit up with all the hilarity going on in Columbus.

This year’s “summer” show – a bit of a misnomer since it rolls out all the fall and winter wares – was a decidedly more sober affair than usual, at least on the surface (I’m looking at you, Toronto contingent).

SincereSheepGorgeousness: Sincere Sheep‘s Agleam

Because TNNA collided on the calendar with Maryland Sheep and Wool, there was a  sorting of the clans, and many chose to go East. Meanwhile, TNNA set up tents in Indianapolis the same weekend as the city’s  500 Festival Half-Marathon (which bills itself as the largest half-marathon in the US), and also with what looked like the most florescent Prom parade these eyes have ever seen.

Pink Stretch Hummer Limosine, anyone?


We occupied the convention center long enough to share space with at least one event connected to the Indianapolis 500, and the Association for Iron & Steel Technology. Amusing juxtapositions of personality in the surrounding watering holes ensued. Twitter evidence:


I broke bread and admired new yarns with geographically distant friends, and came away with a full dance card for awhile. I was delighted to meet some internet crushes of mine, and admire in person things like the whole line of Fiberspates in person,  and to see the breathless beauty of BaaRamEwe’s new yarn, Titus. I feel really blessed to be part of a such a creative industry, full of interesting folks with stories and skills and ambitions, provisioning the creative skills of ambitions of so many other folks.

IMG_1516playing the color game in LoraJean Kelley’s Knitted Wit booth

I returned to Massachusetts spend a day with the Essex County Needlecraft Guild in Topsfield. They are a lovely group, and were easily engaged by my presentation on the textile heritage of the Coast Salish Indians (the Cowichan Sweater knitters). In the afternoon, a group of willing ladies stayed on to try their quick hands at making mini-Cowichans with me around the table.

In and around all of this I was knitting (of course), working on projects that won’t see the light of day until November. A suprise email asked if I could fit in a project with a ten day turn around (some submissions never die) and I said “yes, but please get that yarn here quickly” (I was that glad to be asked). So now, I’m deep in the middle of next winter as far as my needles are concerned. I wonder if I can write off the cost of air conditioning.