The Eagle Has Landed
The Loveland Depot, now a sports bar, but still a darn cute building
As promised, the sweaters and I took a field trip on Friday. Actually, it was more like the Mother Ship calling me home. Loveland, CO, home of Interweave Knits, is just the cutest little burg - complete with a wee pub to have lunch in:
Henry's Pub
I got to meet my editor, Ann Budd, who is not just good people, she's positively the best. Apparently, it's highly unusual for the author to accompany the samples to the publisher, but Ann not only allowed it, she welcomed me with open arms, and entertained me all afternoon too. When it was time to say goodbye to the sweaters, I felt that they were going into the best possible hands, so it was surprisingly easy to let them go. Best of all, I got to have a real conversation with Ann about what it is I'm supposed to be doing next. There is still the little matter of writing, now. Turns out when you sell a book, they want it to contain actual words, as well as eye candy. Who knew? Guess I'll have to write me some of them things.
Yeah, I know - how tourista can you get? I couldn't help it though. The Aspire Media headquarters are actually housed in a former bank building, whose vault makes handy storage for their servers! These are clever folks, my friends. Ann gave me a tour and introduced me around the office. Everyone was lovely, and unsuspicious of the weird author who wanted to come and meet them all. I'm sure they thought I don't get out much, and they're pretty much right.
On the flight home I sat next to a lady who, although she looked quite different than me, gave me the sense of looking in a mirror. We didn't speak - I was too exhausted, and she had on headphones. I know we had a lot in common though, because she sat cross-legged and barefoot the whole trip, just like I do. Her bag on the floor in front of her had bamboo knitting needles sticking out of it. Here's the problem: She didn't take them out the whole time. There I was, knitting my guts out (airplane knitting is one of my favorite kinds) right next to her and she didn't even make a move toward her bag. She had a snack. She did sudoku. She read Sarah Vowell (another reason I knew we were kindred). She did not knit. I wanted to demand of her why not, but I realized it would have been totally inappropriate, having not spoken for 2 hours. I was dying to know why she wouldn't knit. I checked for evidence of hand/arm injuries; nothing. The needles were large and long - 11s at least -so maybe she didn't have enough room to swing them? There was an empty seat between us though, which was more than roomy. I was really freaking out when we finally landed. How could she have wasted 3 hours of totally unmolested knitting time? She stood up, gathered her things, and waited to get out into the aisle. From where I stood behind her, I got a perfect view into the open top of her knitting bag, and there was the answer: Lion Brand Homespun. I woulda left it in the bag, too.
Please don't think I'm a yarn snob. I have worked with Lion Brand Homespun, and many other of the Lion company's fine products. Without the Lion Brand basics, I would be one very sad and yarnless knitter. After all, we do not live by foie gras alone - we need the basic brown bread that is Lion Wool in our diet. But Homespun is the Cheez Whiz of yarn to me. Plastic and coarse, and generally unsatisfying. Given a choice between Homespun and sudoku, I would have done the puzzle, too.
I wanted more than ever to speak to her then, but it's just as well that it was our turn to deplane. The conversation in my head about this poor woman and her yarn had gotten too weird even for me. God Speed, strange knitter; better yarn next time.
Things got a lot more normal once I hit the ground. My family were there to greet me, and it was time to go to the pumpkin patch, where I found some real beauties:
And the pumpkins weren't bad, either.