Mr. S and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary this weekend. We decided to take advantage of our proximity to NYC and spend the day on the town. Our hotel was in Rockefeller Center, and after a quick lunch and beer, we spent the afternoon at MoMA. This trip was really all about enjoying a special dinner, and there was much discussion about which restaurant to choose, and many reservations were considered, attempted, made, confirmed, and cancelled. Ultimately, we had dinner at Aquavit, which was well worth all the sturm und drang. Very imaginative food, beautifully presented, with great service. And a dinner is always successful when you find a new form a liquor to like!
Sounds lovely, idyllic, romantic. So what does this have to do with knitting? New York has fantastic yarn shops, right? Well, back in our dating days, Mr. S and I made a pact that we will never shop together on vacation. It is a long and ugly story, but it involved being in Freeport, Maine and trust me when I say we are a very happy couple for appreciating one another's differences. And of course, the Summer of Stash is keeping me out of yarn shops in general.
But never one to let my readers down, I did have one fibery encounter, in the apartment of one Curly Purly! Regular readers of this blog know that we old high school friends were recently reunited thanks to the Green Gable Knitalong. After 17 years and much water under the bridge, we had a fantastic reunion brunch, met her wonderful husband and were completely charmed by her luminous Squid. After we ate, we had a knit-chat, where I was speechless at the feat of plane geometry, the defiance of the time-space continuum that is her yarn stash in a teeny New York apartment. I got to touch her Mosaic Moon yarns up close, and take a close look at the super-cute toys she knits out of thin air. I got to see her life up close, and know my old friend and fellow blogger as a grown-up person, mother, knitter, now-friend. Thanks, CurlyPurly, for sharing your day with us, and welcoming me back into your life.
And especially thanks to Mr. S for wordlessly, willingly indulging my knitting obsession, even on our romantic anniversary day together. That's one hell of a husband, ain't it?